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Taylor was thinking about the Winchester brothers while driving to Kalama, Washington in her vintage Chevy truck. Sure, she had heard of the Winchesters, but could they really be that much better than she was? Okay, they have more experience than she does but she's just been getting better and better over time. Well, that's what she thinks and it doesn't really matter, does it? It's not like they'd run into each other anytime soon.

Sam and Dean were driving cross-country, on their way to Kalama, Washington. Dean, of course was sitting in the drivers seat, Metallica blasting through the speakers. When his brother began to speak up, Dean lowered the music just a tad.

"I still don't get why we're stealing Taylor's case, Dean." Sam said his tone giving away his annoyance, a tired expression on his face.

"She's an amateur Sam. That case is way to big for one chick to handle by herself." Dean explained in a matter-of-fact tone, glancing at his younger brother for a brief moment before his eyes went back to the road ahead of them.

"And how exactly do you know that she's an amateur, Dean?" Sam asked, looking up from the case that Ellen had giving them, to his brother, eyebrow raised.

"I can just tell. She's just like Jo. Remember what happened with her? She got taken by the H.H. Holmes' ghost and we had to bail her out." Dean snapped.

Sam then retorted, "Come on Dean, give Jo a break. I heard that she's gotten tons better since the Philadelphia case. Plus, why do you care anyway? Ellen didn't tell us to watch Taylor's back. We just met the girl."

"I know that Sammy. Still, there's probably more than just a couple of vamps. It could totally take her by surprise."

"Whatever you say Dean…" Sam said with a yawn. Setting down the file filled with the information, Sam leaned back in his seat. "I'm taking a nap." He announced before shifting in his seat once more and closing his eyes.

"Oh my God," Taylor gasped as she entered her motel room. The Fly-by Motel was a dump. The bed sheets, although they seemed clean, were a disgusting orange and pea-green pattern. As if shag carpeting wasn't enough, it was a revolting shaded of maroon. You don't even want to hear about the… well, she thinks that it's wallpaper. The upside? Well, there wasn't one. It wasn't even cheap as motel rooms go but it was the only one in the small town of Kalama.

"Might as well get started then," she said quietly to herself. After putting away some of her belongings, she took out her two jars of dead man's blood, her crossbow and her glistening machete. As she left her room, she noticed a black 60-something Impala drive past her. "No…they wouldn't." She thought to herself.

It was noon, the sun high in the sky. It might've been awhile since she had slayed a nest of vampires but she did know that one thing that they hated was sunshine. It might not kill them, but sure gave one hell of a sunburn. She planned to shoot as many vamps as possible with her dead man's blood soaked arrows. As she was dipping them into the jars, she heard the engine of a car behind her. She was well hidden in the brush but decided to duck down just in case. She slowly turned around and saw the car, and the two young men that were inside it. "You've got to be kiddin' me…" she grumbled under her breath. She then stood up, coming out of her hiding, an arrow in her hand, though it was not raised.

"Sam, Dean. What the hell are you doing here?!" She whispered in a harsh tone, looking to the two.

"Taylor, sorry 'bout th-" Sam started before his brother cut him off.

Dean glared at her and pointed to the barn before he said, "In case you haven't noticed, that barn has more then one or two blood suckers having a nap. Sam and I were here earlier and there's got to be at least fifteen in there."

"I'm not stupid." Taylor said, almost insulted by his words. She then continued,

"I checked it out this morning. I can handle myself. If you'd excuse me, I've got a job to do." She then turned around, now facing the barn, hoping that Dean would get the message and go back to wherever he came from, because she certainly didn't want them stealing her case. Which is exactly what Dean planned to do.

Sam spoke up right before she could get started and said, "Taylor, look." He said with a sigh before continuing, "I'm sorry about this, but I think Dean has a point… what if we give you a hand?" Taylor quickly turned around, an annoyed look on her face. "It couldn't hurt to have a few extra people." Sam added, hoping to make a point.

"You really won't just go away will you?" she asked, almost to herself.

Dean then said with a smirk, "Nope. Either you give us this case and run along home or…" he sighed and then said, "or we do this together."

"Fine, if we have to." The huntress said, sighing in defeat.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything except for Taylor, unless otherwise stated.