"Holy shit, Sam. You were right…fucking vampire strippers," Dean replied through grit teeth.

Raven just rolled her eyes and dropped them to the alley ground with a heavy thud.

"Vampire strippers? That's all you came up with," Raven said sarcastically. Her canines slowly shrunk to their normal length.

"Uh…Well, isn't that what you are," Dean strained.

"Yes, that's what I am. But didn't you hear what I told you; I'm working the case. I'm trying to find out who or what has been killing people here."

"Since when do vampires hunt…I mean solve cases? For who or what," Sam asked gasping for breath.

"Listen it doesn't matter. You have to leave. You're fucking with my leads. If you continuing snooping around here I'm going to loose everything."

"What do you mean," Sam asked.

"If I tell you will you go," she pleaded.

"Maybe," Dean said defiantly as he stood up grabbing his shoulder.

"Fine," Raven said. She became silent and turned to look east. "But not here. Come with me. It's not safe in the alley."

She gracefully turned and strutted quickly up the alley, armed with her shotgun. Sam noticed how short she was, only about 5'3". But, she still managed to hold them up like they were dolls. Even though she was small, she was all muscle and incredibly lean. Her dark hair bounced and waves and caught the light as she turned around towards them.

"Come on! Get moving," she demanded. She noticed their pause and added, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm trying to get you safe."

Dean laughed. "Do you fucking believe her Sammy? She thinks we're going to go with her!"

"We are," Sam said.

Dean looked at him as if he had a screw loose. "Earth to Sammy! She's a vampire!"

"So what Dean! Remember Montana? Some don't want to kill us. Maybe she's one of them. Besides, if she wanted to, she had us cornered. She let us go. I say we trust her."

"Whatever Sammy, it's your funeral…because if she starts to vamp out on us I'm going to kill her THEN beat you," Dean said as he went to his car to grab a knife. It glinted in the flickering light. "Just in case," he muttered softly.

"Hurry up," Raven yelled back at the boys.

The boys ran to catch up and she continued on her path. She squeezed down dark alleyways down several streets until she reached a building with a fire escape. She pointed up to it and started to climb with the boys following her.

They followed her into the window of an apartment. She shut the window and drew the shades tight. Raven then turned out the lights.

Dean was shocked to see just a normal apartment of a 20-something-year-old woman.

"Wow, I didn't know vampires shopped at IKEA," Dean said pointing to her modern coffee table in the living room.

She just gave him a dirty look as she searched the kitchen herb cabinet. She took her handful of herbs and placed them by the door and window.

"What's that," Sam asked.

"Herbs that'll help keep any bad entities out. Salt infused." She took another look around and closed her eyes as if trying to sense something.

"Sit," she said as she pointed to the couch. "I have to change. Give me a minute. I'll be out of the room in a minute."

Sam sat but Dean continued to stand in the room.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to come with you for that. You know, the whole 'I don't trust you' thing," he said as he shrugged.

Dean stood in bedroom doorway as took off her coat. Underneath was nothing but what he thought was a bathing suit. She still had on what she danced in at the club. She went to her closet and grabbed a shirt and pants and slid them on over her under clothes. Dean watched her back muscles move as she slid her shirt on. She gracefully pulled her wavy hair from under her collar.

"There, I'm done," she said throwing her hands up in the air at Dean. "Now that you see that I don't have weapons on me, are you satisfied?"

"For now," Dean said as he waited for her to walk out of the room and followed her to the living room. She sat in a chair across from Sam, who was still seated on the couch. Dean continued to stand.

"Alright," Sam started, "How did you know about us?"

"We've been looking for you guys for a long time in connection with the murders of our friends in Montana. Some of the survivors told us there was 3 hunters involved and we managed to figure out you two were in town at the time. We've been looking for you guys for a while. It's not like the Winchesters are unknown to us. It was lucky that we happened to be at the same place at the same time."

"Why were you looking for us?"

"We want to know if you were involved. Don't bother lying, with my telepathic powers I can tell. Did you kill the vampires in Montana?"

"Yes," Dean said, "we did kill a few, before we knew they were innocent. This jerk named Gordon convinced us to do it. Then we figured out he was an asshole and we got the other vampires to safety."

She stared at him intently. Dean felt like he was going to be dinner.

"Fine. Do you know where this Gordon is?"

"No, we don't. He left," Sam said.

"Shit. Well that's another case to solve."

"Why are you involved in this one?"

"There is a vampire killing person outside that club. I'm just not one of them. I'm a rogue vampire like those in Montana. I haven't had human blood in 200 years. After living as long as I have and had so many human allies, I stopped drinking blood. There's a group of us that wants to protect humans from vampires, especially now that there are renegade groups who want to kidnap and torture humans for fun. Whoever this vampire is that is killing behind the club is one of them."

"What makes you say that," Dean asked.

"The other marks on the bodies and the fact that the body wasn't dead yet when they were dropped off behind the alley. The cops know this too. Plus there was too much blood. A vampire would have never left that much if they had killed to eat. My group wants to find them and stop them."

"Group?"

"There are a few nests that joined up to form an alliance against the darker vamps. And now there's a rumor that the darker vamps want to make an alliance with the demons, thus the salt at the door. You guys may think you know about all the supernatural occurrences, but I'm telling you that you don't know shit. It's getting pretty fucked up out there. There's a reason so much is happening."

She just stared at Sam and then looked to Dean. Her dark, fathomless eyes burned into his.

'She knows about Sam,' Dean thought.

Sam interrupted their stare down.

"Well, Raven, we'll help with this case if you want us to."

"Though I normally don't work with others, the thought of working with you two is intriguing. Plus you already have been working on it so it might help. However, just so we're clear, I don't like hunters."

She stood from her chair and made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed two beers from the fridge and a glass of what looked like red wine for her.

"By the way," she said from the kitchen. "My name isn't Raven. That's just my undercover stage name. It's Abigail."