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Vampires in Virginia. Who'd have thought it? Dean Winchester drummed his fingers against the steering wheel of the 1967 Chevy Impala, while listening to a combination of the guttural engine growl and the familiar loop of classic rock that usually accompanied him on his journey to one place or another. Just when he thought he might get one decent night's sleep (and maybe even a lie in if he was lucky the following morning) he was sent off, as he really should have expected, towards Virginia to deal with a surge in the blood sucker population. Considering how many times he'd crossed paths with the species, he prided himself as something close to an expert in terms of dealing with them, though it was always a nice surprise to have a little variety. A Vetala, for instance, would have been a welcome change from the simple machete to the neck approach that would end this job.
According to Bobby, the town he was destined had been plagued with aspects of the supernatural over the centuries, from witches to werewolves and a huge influx of vampires within recent decades. Heeding the veteran hunter's advice, he'd made sure to toss a few extra stakes and a handful of silver bullets into the already crowded boot of the Impala. Though Sam would have made for a great set of extra hands, Bobby had decided that one hunter was enough to deal with a few vamps, and sent him to the opposite end of the country to deal with an especially vicious Rugaru over in Seattle.
With the already crowded concoction of supernatural existence in this town, Dean wondered what else he might find hiding away from civilisation and hoping no such thing as a hunter came across it.
Having only a few miles to go before he arrived, the Impala found itself progressing from the freshly tarmacked interstate to the well-worn rural roads leading a winding path through a vibrant forest. The sun that had blinded him previously was now splintered by the branches and leaf cover overhead, with streaks of light bursting through cracks in the sprawl. When the dark trunks that cloaked the road finally broke, he found himself staring at a compelling waterfall, which churned water off a peak far out of sight. Usually, he'd have thought nothing of it, but its impression on the landscape left something to be admired. It began further up that he could see from the window frame of the car door which gave him half a mind to pull over and fully appreciate it.
"Focus on the job Dean" he muttered to himself, while intentionally slowing down to take in the scenery, before it finally slipped away completely and his side view returned to the now incredibly monotonous treeline.
He realised a few seconds too late he'd passed the sign welcoming him to whatever this place was called (In true Bobby fashion, he'd been forced to make his way here with coordinates alone and the words "some old town"), as well as telling him to slow down, causing a hard application of the brakes to bring him to speed as he returned to smooth road.
Moments later he found himself slowing to appreciate – this time – a manmade structure: a magnificent bell tower in the centre of the square. With the impression this town was a little too classy for a cheap motel, he went in search of the next best thing with the notion it would be a 'personal treat' and he could afford the expected cost since Sam was absent.
In doing so, he found himself navigating the chaotic flood of people exiting the local college for the day. Course, his eyes lingered on one or two especially appealing figures while trying to remind himself they're probably a little too young for his taste. 'Probably' being the operative word. He was easily swayed by appearance alone after all. There was one face though, that stood out for a reason he couldn't quite place. Most likely, it was just due to her incredible good looks but he found himself unable to shake a feeling of familiarity towards her. He did always have a thing for blonde girls mind. He sighed away the deliberation to himself as he finally escaped the crawling traffic and eventually found himself somewhere to put up.
The room turned out to be luxurious by his relatively average standards. An entire double bed for solely him to occupy made up the centrepiece of the room, positioned opposite a 30 inch widescreen television. After a few hours consisting of settling himself in and catching a blissful moment of shut eye, Dean decided the first port of call would be the apex of social interaction in almost every town, city, or remotely built up area: The bar.
Quite the pleasant surprise for him to find that in fact, the bar doubled as grill, meaning he could combine both his love for steak with his passion for alcohol. He took a table to himself, ordering himself a large draught alongside an almighty cut doused in the house barbeque dressing.
"This. This is just perfect." He said aloud, inhaling the mouth-watering scent of the cut of criss-crossed meat on the plate in front of him. It really was the little things in life. Making an enthusiastic start on the steak, he sliced a sliver of darkened meat, revealing a pink juicy interior as a result of his requested style.
Accompanying him throughout his meal was a seemingly bottomless beer glass, which during the process of washing down the last of the steak, he spied what he liked to think of as potential company for the night. If she happened to be so lucky, perhaps he'd keep her on for a couple more nights after that. So there he was, opposite an empty seat with a full stomach and both eyes watching the bright and bubbling persona erupting at the bar. Her long blonde hair had a shimmer to it every time she turned her head, which much to his disappointment continued to face front. He ordered yet another pint to build on his already considerable total, and with the removal of his plate, was allowed a period to intake the ambience of the bar-grill as much as you really can under the circumstances, but to Dean, it was an excuse to try and catch her attention and hit off conversation.
And then she turned just enough to look back over her shoulder. And he lowered his glass from his lips as their eyes locked unexpectedly. And at precisely the same time, he watched her mouth 'Dean' while he replied with a name which explained everything. "Amanda."
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