Word Count: 2285 words

Warning: Language

Summary: Part two of 'Kill of the Night' - where Dean and the reader meet (companion piece to 'No Better')

AN: Here's part II of 'Kill of the Night'. There's some more news at the ending AN.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Supernatural...


Kill of the Night (Part II)

Sadly, her hopes did not come true.

The next day, she was interviewing the mother of the latest victim - she was almost finished, actually - when the doorbell chimed. The mother left the pastel parlor to answer the door and the hunter was left to sit on the flowered sofa and wait for the older woman to return.

The mother returned and trailing behind her were Dean and his partner, as if the fates had a thing for trying to fuck up everything she did.

Now what was she going to do?

She couldn't go around hunting vamps - because that's what was killing those innocent girls - with the FBI on her ass.

Shit.

The two men looked at her - she could see the suspicion in their eyes - before sitting down on some of the proffered seats. Dean's partner sat on one of the two rocking chairs while Dean took the spot next to her on the sofa.

"Now," The woman started once she sat down in the other rocking chair. "I'll repeat this one more time." She looked over at Dean's partner. "This is getting to be too much on my poor nerves."

"And that's understandable, ma'am." The brunet partner reassured.

The hunter gave the former mother a empathetic smile, urging the woman to continue. "My daughter - God rest her soul - was going out with friends." The woman looked down at her clasped hands. "She had been working so hard the last couple of weeks and I had told her to go out and have some fun for a night." She returned her gaze to the hunter. "It's not healthy for a young adult to be wasting her life away with such long periods of isolation." The woman looked back down at her hands. "I just wanted what was best for her." One could barely hear the woman. The hunter reached over and rested one of her hands on the woman's, loosening the grip and letting her knuckles return to their natural color.

"We hate to ask this," Dean's voice broke the silence. "But was there anyone your daughter had problems with?"

Did he really just ask that?

What did he think this was? Law and Order?

The woman looked back at the agent. "My daughter was the sweetest person - she never had 'problems' with anyone." Her face fell. "If you think my daughter is the one to blame for this, then I'll have to ask you to leave, Agent Rogers." Dean's face quickly changed expressions from reverent and understanding to one of surprise and confusion.

This was taking a turn for the worst.

"And we're not saying that she is." Dean's partner quickly covered up for the other. "But my partner and I just need to rule out all that we can."

Nice save, Tresemme commercial.

"We understand that your daughter's not at fault for this. She's the victim." The hunter added, hoping to further ease the tension between the small grouping of four.

"Thank you." The woman appeased. She looked over at the hunter. "Do you have any more questions for me, young lady?"

"No. I believe I got everything I need." She got up from the sofa and met the woman, offering a handshake. "Thank you for your time."

"All the best." The woman took her hand. "Would you mind showing these two men out, dear? These past events have exhausted me beyond belief." She tittered a bit, definitely tired.

She looked back at the two agents before agreeing.

The two men got up and followed her out of the house after wishing the woman their goodbyes.

She thought she could prepare for what kind of confrontation she'd have to deal with once she and the two agents were alone. But she wasn't.

Totally not prepared.

She she started to walk away.

To the nearest diner.

"Where are you going?" Dean called out after her.

"I'm hungry." She responded.

"We'll come with you, then." Dean's partner suggested, matching her stride as the two caught up

"Yeah." Dean said. "Seems like we've got some talking to do."

Lovely.


She walked into the bar that night, confident in the new information she had acquired from her temporary colleagues. They had told her everything else she would have needed to know and her was still sound.

She was golden.

That was - until 'car guy' joined her at the bar counter.

Not again.

"I knew you couldn't stay away." He announced, leering at her.

"If that's how you really want to take it." She responded with a roll of her eyes.

She turned around to tell him off when she noticed it.

How he she not seen this last night?

It was so painfully obvious.

'Car guy' was her vamp.

The way he leered at her made her feel less human than when other repulsive men did the same thing. And he had that faint metallic scent of blood, so miniscule that not even a drug searching dog could place it.

But she could. It's what she was trained to do.

This was great.

She'd stop the vamp. The string of murders would stop. And the FBI agents - Rogers and Barnes - would be done here.

A win-win for all parties involved.

Well, except for this vamp.

She just had to adjust her tactics.

So the hunter giggled at the man behind her and played along with his games. Pretty soon it was time to go.

"Let's continue this at my place." 'Car guy' - 'Car vamp' - proposed, snaking his arm around her waist.

She had to hold back her disgust. "I'd love to."

Her voice was sugar sweet, waiting for his cue.

"Great, then let's get out of here." And with that, her vamp lead her out of the bar and pulled her to his shitty car.

But not before she recognized agents 'Dumb and Dumber' as they passed each other.

Dean was the first one to notice what was happening. He shot her surprised and - again - confused look. She just shrugged and pointed before allowing the vampire to drag her away.

The drive there was filled with the vampire's ego boosting conversation. His car, his house, the good time he was going to give her. She just tuned it out, trying to commit the route they were taking to memory.

She wasn't sure if the guy noticed, but she recognized a black car tailing them from the rear view mirror.

Could it have been the boys in blue? Were they going to interrupt her hunt? She really didn't want the two to get in the way.

And possibly get hurt.

That wouldn't be good.

A sharp right turn pulled her out of her observations.

"Sorry, sweetheart," 'Car Vamp' said. "My place is a little off the res, if you know what I mean."

No, she didn't. The guy didn't even use the correct phrase.

This was going to be too easy.

'Car Vamp' parked the car and unlocked the door to a small building. He led her into the run down building, leaving the lights off. She touched the knife in her jacket pocket.

It wasn't a machete, but it would subdue this vampire for long enough.

And then - out of nowhere - there was a pain in the back of her head and she fell to the floor and she lost consciousness.


Her eyes opened in the dim light to a mostly empty room. She was sitting down on a wooden chair. Next to her was an old mattress.

Gross.

Instead of focusing in the splotched mattress with God-knows-what forever stained onto it, she decided to focus on the light bulb as it swayed back and forth. She could almost hear the chain clinging against the bulb in the deafening silence. Her hands were bound behind her back, unable to free herself and run.

This was going to be a little harder than she was hoping.

The question was: how was she going to get out of this?

She could just reach her pocket knife. So that was a start.

Her planning was abruptly stopped when the door opened and 'Car Vamp' strode in.

"Look who finally woke up."

"What the hell is going on here." She asked, pulling at her restraints.

How much work would it take to cut herself free?

"I could ask you the same thing," He sneered. "Hunter." His sharpened teeth descended, covering his human ones.

Her spine tingled. The change bothered her. Every single time.

"What's wrong sweetheart," The vamp started. "First vamp?"

"You wish." She snarled.

"Good. I like my women with a little experience." He took a step closer. "And besides," She was almost there. "You've never seen one like me, sweetheart."

But he was getting closer.

"A little taste test to start off the night?" And closer.

"Is that what you say to all the girls?" She commented sardonically.

She could feel the tension slipping from the rope bindings.

He was getting closer.

And the last thread snapped apart.

"Oh sweetheart," He placed his hands on the arms of the chair. She just needed to come up with a distraction so she could finish this job. "You have no id-"

The door 'Car Vamp' had previously walked through broke open. The vamp looked over at the intrusion.

Good enough.

She lifted her leg up and kicked him so hard he wouldn't be able to have children - even if he made it out alive. Which wouldn't happen - she was pretty good at her job.

As he bent forward, she jumped up, took the chair she was sitting on, and slammed it onto his arched back - forcing the vamp to fall to the ground.

She looked up from 'Car Vamp' and saw the two agents - wielding machetes - looking her up and down.

They obviously weren't FBI agents.

They were hunters.

"I really should have seen this coming." Dean announced, walking over to her and the vampire. "This the vamp?"

"Yep." She answered.

"And you're another hunter." Dean's partner - the Tresemme Commercial - assumed.

"Seems like it." Her eyes were still on the vamp. "And you two aren't really FBI agents."

"Let's hit the diner after we clean this up." Dean offered. "Looks like we've got some more talking to do."

Lovely.


She took a bite out of her apple pie, waiting for the questions to start.

And after Dean's partner finished his first cup of coffee, they did.

"So you're a hunter." He started.

"And I think it's safe to assume that you two aren't actually FBI agents." She confirmed.

"You'd be on the money with that one, sweetheart." Dean said around a bite of his burger.

She hated that word. "Don't call me sweetheart." She deadpanned.

He paused for a minute. "Gotcha, apple pie." Hr smirked over at her. She just rolled her eyes, trying not to smile at the nickname that she secretly loved.

Dean's partner spoke up. "We're actually brothers." He pointed to himself. "Sam Winchester and that's Dean."

She exhaled loudly through her mouth. "Knew it was only a matter of time before I can into the cross hairs of the infamous Winchesters."

"We'll take that as a compliment, apple pie." Dean commented proudly.

"You can take it how ever you want, pretty boy." She smirked over at him, willing his pride to deter some. She introduced herself as well.

"That was some real skill you showed back there." Tresemme - Sam - commended her.

"Thanks." She smiled towards him. "I totally had that, by the way."

"Sure looks like it." Dean said under his breath.

"Sorry, were you two the ones to get to the vamp first? Didn't think so." She took another bite into her pie.

"And that was pretty clever of you." Sam said. "Have you ever thought of collaborating with other hunters?"

As a matter of fact, she had thought about that.

"Do you mean - like - work with you two?" She asked, looking at the brothers. "Sorry boys, but I can handle myself. Always have been, and probably always will."

She slid out of the booth and placed some dollar bills on the table. "Thanks for the help, but this is where we part ways." She smiled down at the two. "Take care of yourselves."

And with that, she left the diner and made her way to her motel room, where she packed and got out of town within the hour.


AN: And there's part two of 'Kill of the Night'. Hope you guys liked it! Be on the lookout for a couple more parts of 'No Better' - since they should be coming up soon. The reason I'm posting on a Tuesday night is due to the fact that there was no school today and it's going to be an uber late start tomorrow, so I've had some time to catch up and write instead of doing the shit load of homework that I have. Yay for procrastination, am I right?

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~Becca