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She slept one, maybe two hours that night. Her heart pounded at every sound that breached the paper thin motel walls. As the sun rose so did she. Her family had been missing for two days now; father, mother, brother, all of them gone. When the things you hold closest are ripped away, that does something to a person, she no longer feared death. If she had to die to save her family she wouldn't hesitate when the time came. She wasn't going to wait any longer for the police to discover another dead end lead, it was time she took things into her own hands. She had decided, as the epicentre of the disappearances that her house was no longer the safest place as she was now on her own. She'd stay at the motel for as long as it took her to find her family. She took a quick shower, and got ready with a clear focus in her head. She threw on her jeans and tshirt and shrugged on her leather jacket while lacing up her Doc Martens. She grabbed the sword that she'd taken from her brothers' room and placed it in her trunk. Her Vette roared to life and she sped down the road to find some sustenance.
Dean slowly sipped on his coffee as he watched Sam across the table through squinted eyes.
"I think it was the tequila this time" Sam laughed while looking at an oversized local map.
"Shutup dude." Dean retorted glaring at his little brother. "Any ideas yet?"
"Yea, well there's an abandoned mill a couple miles off Johns Creek Rd. I'd say that's a pretty fitting place to start." Sam had been studying the map for the last half hour with a red sharpie in hand circling any location that was adequate for a vampire nest. "You know Dean something feels a little off about this case." Sam said as he attempted to fold the map up in frustration. Deans' thoughts immediately went to the girl from last night as his eyes shot up to meet Sams'.
"What are you talkin' about Sammie?"
"The bodies left so close to the road, the tooth left blatantly in that guys neck. Come on Dean, vampires aren't usually this careless."
Dean raised one eyebrow and nodded in agreement. "Ya I guess you're right."
"Do you think someone's trying to get our attention, you know, to help or something?" Sam asked with a hopeful pitch to his voice.
"Really Sam?" Dean replied. "How long we been doing this? And how many times is something like this NOT a trap?"
"Well we're still gunna check it out right?" Sam questioned.
"OBVIOUSLY! Let's just stop by the good ol' morgue for some ammunition." Dean gave a huge smile as the waitress put a plate of meat and grease in front of him. Sam scoffed at his brothers' meal choice and was thankful when his oatmeal and fresh fruit arrived.
The clang of the bell rang loudly in Deans' sensitive ears as the door opened and another patron walked in. Thanks tequila, he thought with his head in his hands. He looked up in aggravation at the person who was disturbing his peaceful meal. There she stood, in all her 5'5 glory and her 9'5 attitude. She walked up to the counter with a poise that he'd seldom seen in a person. He didn't take his eyes off her as he got up from his chair and purposefully strode over to take a seat beside her ignoring Sams' perplexed gaze.
"You know you never did tell me your name." He started. "And I think you owe me an explanation as to your little question from last night, plus that katana sword that was under your bed." He added blatantly.
She sighed and slowly turned her head toward him. She never noticed his eyes until now. They were alluring that's for sure, but there was something deeper she saw in them; an anguish that almost brought some warmth into her cold heart. A defeated sigh escaped her lips. "My name is Kate, and I'm looking for my family." She surprised even herself realizing she really had nothing to lose. It was her indirect way of asking for help from a complete stranger.
"They missing?" Dean asked with a bit of attitude.
"No, we're in the middle of playing hide-and-seek." Kate snipped back. "Of course they're missing dickhead."
Dean was a bit taken back, but regained his composure. "Why did you ask about vampires?" He said coldly.
Kate watched him carefully, his eyes not even faltering as he kept his face concentrated on hers. It was the way he stared at her that she trusted him with her confession; usually at the word vampire, a smile or laugh would follow, but his face remained hard.
"It was a couple days ago. I was home for the weekend helping my dad with his car. I went into the basement to grab my breaker bar and I heard my mom scream in the kitchen. Naturally I thought she'd cut herself so I ran upstairs to help her, halfway up, I heard my brother scream. I froze and couldn't get my feet to move any further. When I finally snapped out of it, I tiptoed to the top of the stairs where I could just see the edge of the kitchen. I slowly peaked around the corner, there was blood, but my mom wasn't there. I crept up to my brothers' bedroom and saw the same scene laid out in front of me, blood, and no brother. I went back down to our garage and peeked through the small window in the door. I saw my dad bent over the engine working with the music blaring. Then someone came up behind him, covered in blood with fangs, actual fangs, and lunged at his neck. I panicked and turned my face away from the window as quickly as possible. Next time I looked through the glass pane, they were both gone. I had no idea what to do, where to go. I ran into the basement and stayed there for 5 hours, finally got the courage to leave so I grabbed what I could to protect myself." She waited for Dean to say something, or just give her the slightest hint of emotion. He finally sucked in a breath while his face stayed strong.
"Sam and I will find those sons of bitches and kill them all." He stated with sheer hatred in his voice. He didn't want to see people go through what he and Sam did. He always felt a pain in his heart when someone had their family taken from them like this, he almost felt a certain responsibility for the girl now.
"Well I'm coming with you." She said firmly.
His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up, "Uh, no. Not happening." He said. "My brother and I can take care of this." He finished.
"Look, I'm sure you two are fully capable of handling this, but my family was just taken from me by these assholes and I don't even know if they're alive or not. Now I don't know about you, but for me family is pretty fucking important and I will do absolutely anything in my power to save them, or put an end to the monsters that took them so no other innocent lives are lost. I took kick boxing for 6 year, played rugby for 15, and have practiced fencing since I was 8 so I think I can handle myself in the whole defense arena. You really don't have a say whether I come or not anyway because I do have my own car which I'm pretty sure can kick you Impalas ass off the line anyway. Understand?"
Dean just sat there, eyes wide, and mouth agape with absolutely no comeback.
"Good." She said. "Now you two tell me how to kill these things and let's get this show on the road. I'll drive." She winked at him and walked over to Sam while she waited for Dean to regain his composure and join them.
Dean watched her walk away as her long hair flipped behind her. She did not just degrade my car! He thought as a touch of anger flared in his eyes. This girl was giving him more mixed feelings than a Siren with PMS. It's on.
