Sitting in front of a motel she had registered for the night, Trish pulls out of the glove-compartment a piece of paper and pen, and she write down the three letters and six numbers she'd remembered from the house. Looking at it, she knew exactly what it was. The place would be open early in the morning, and get there before the Winchester boys. Knowing their father, she doesn't underestimate them. She smirk to herself that she had one up on them, that she snuck behind, and they didn't even know.

She then went silent, as a tear stream from the corner of her eye. "Damn you Daniel." Her head leans forward on the steering wheel, and sobs.

Dean and Sam driving along the highway deciding to park it, and crash for the night. Spotting a motel, Dean takes a sharp right, and parks. "Get us a room, Sammy. I'll be right behind you."

Trish walks out of the bathroom, drench from head to foot wrapped in a towel and drying her blonde mane with a spare. Taking out a tank top and pajama pants, she quickly slips them on, and sits down on the bed Indian style, and pulls Elkins' journal on her lap. She remembered all the times when he would get an important information on hunting, and putting them in this very journal. Elkins never did mention before he died who would get this if he did not make it.

Well I guess I can hold this for a while, until I can think who should get this. Trish continues to look through the journal when a bang on her door startled her. Going into her bag, she pulls out her gun. Getting up and carefully strides to the door, with a hand on the knob and slowly turns it still hearing movement on the other side. She pulls it open and point the gun down on the man who is on the fun.

"Don't move." The man puts up his hand to surrender, and slowly begins to stand up. "I said don't move." Looking into her face, she let's out a sigh.

"We have to stop meeting like this." Sam huff as he stares at the gun. Trish quickly puts the gun to her side as she smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry. Why did you bang on my door?" She asked as she points to the object in question.

"Tripped on a lace, sorry about that." He gave an embarrassed smile.

Dean comes up behind Sam, and he sees Trish, and a gun in her hand.

"Hell bent on shooting one of us?" He's so cute, until he opens his mouth.

"It was a misunderstanding." She looks between the two brothers. "And if I didn't know any better, I would say that you guys are following me."

"Just a coincidence." Sam interjected.

"Right, well if you'll excuse me…" Dean steps in front of Sam, and looks down on Trish.

"Did you know of a mail drop?" She smiles brightly. Did I miss something? He thought.

"I knew you Winchester boys were smart. I'm checking it out tomorrow actually. So I appreciate the help, but I got this." She closes the door in their faces. Dean just shrugs his shoulders.

"That went well."

Sam and Dean walks into their room, which so happens to be next door to Trish's. Dean slips off his jacket, and Sam went straight for the bathroom.

Dean lays back on the bed with his hands behind his head. Then a certain blonde pops into his head. She is kinda hot, he thought. He noticed from the house, how her golden blonde hair fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes, the color of hazel with specks of green and gold in them. Shocking to himself as he knew all these details of a woman who held a gun at him. He sits up on his elbows and stares at the wall as if he can see her through it. Who are you?

The next morning arrive…a very gloomy morning.

Trish was up before dawn, and was standing facing the window thinking of her strategy for the day. Her hair pull back into a ponytail, and dressed in close fitting t-shirt, figure fitting jeans and boots. Checking her watch the post office will be open soon, grabbing her jacket and heads out for the door.

Sam at the window already dressed. "She's leaving. I guess she'd checked out."

"Why you say that?"

"She has her bag with her." Dean stands up and slips on his jacket. Sam follow suit.

"Dean, you think its wise to follow her?"

"Sammy, she's begging us to follow her. Besides, we know nothing about her, I want to make sure that she is who she says she is." He taps him on the shoulder, "Lets go."

"1969 Chevrolet Camaro, nice wheels." Dean speaks to Sam, as they watch her pull out of her parking spot. "She's more surprising minute by minute."

"Don't tell me your attracted to her Dean?" They head over to the car, and Dean looks to Sam as he lays a hand on top of the car. "I'm not attracted to her Sam." Before he steps in.

"Yeah, right" Sam goes into the passenger side.

In no time Trish reaches the post office. Pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket, she reads back over the combination, and turns off the engine. Accidentally looking into the rear view mirror, she sees a car behind her. Oh, hell no.

Coming out of her, she heads over to the car behind her. Dean and Sam exchange looks before the pissed off blonde knocks on the window on Dean's side. He reluctantly rolls it down .

"Good morning, sweetheart." He spreads a wide smile on his face.

"Good morning my ass! I told you I got this. What the hell are you doing here?" She steps back as Dean comes out of the car.

"Checking out what Elkins left in that box."

"That has nothing to do with you, my case, my problem." She straighten her five-foot-seven stance to glare him up in his face.

He laughs, "That's cute." He walk right pass her. Then her cell phone rings, and she answered it. Sam watches as she turns her back to talk on the phone, and the next thing she rushes back over to her car.

"Dean, she's leaving." Dean looks behind him.

"Good."

Sam and Dean went inside to look at the box. Dean turns the combination lock and opens the box. He pulls out a letter. He sees something strange on the envelope and shows it to Sam, who also looks slightly shocked.

Getting the letter, and confuse about this mysterious document. Sam and Dean enters back into the Impala, and they were sitting there thinking.

The letter had the initials J.W.

"J.W. you think? John Winchester?" Sam looks to Dean.

"I don't know. Should we open it?"

Suddenly, someone knocks loudly on the window. Dean jumps and turns to see John Winchester standing outside.

"Dad?" Dean asked in an unbelieving tone.

He exchanges a confused look with Sam. Their father gets in the backseat of the car.

Sam and Dean turning towards the backseat. "Dad, what are you doing here? Are you all right?"

The patriarch of the Winchester family looks on to his two grown sons, "Yeah. I'm okay. Look, I read the news about Daniel. I got here as fast as I could. I saw you two up at his place." Dean and Sam still looking confuse.

"Why didn't you come in, Dad?"

"You know why, because I had to make sure you weren't followed, by anyone, or anything." Dean nods gratefully. "Nice job of covering your tracks, by the way."

"Yeah, well, we learn from the best." Dean credited his father.

"Wait, so, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?"

"Yeah. He was... he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting." John answered in a sad tone.

"You never mentioned him to us." John nods knowingly.

" We had, uh... we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years." Which John now realize that he regret. He sees Dean holding a letter, "Let me look at that." Dean gives it to him and he opens it, begin to read it out loud. ""If you're reading this, I'm already dead." That son of a bitch."

Dean looks on confused, "What is it?"

"He had it the whole time." Folding back the letter.

"Dad, what?"

"When you searched the place, did you see a gun? An antique, a Colt revolver, did you see it?"

"Uh, there was an old case, but it was empty." Dean said.

"Remember Dean, Trish was looking for the same thing."

"Trish…Trish Montgomery?" Dean and Sam looks back on him.

"You know her dad?"

"Yeah, Daniel's aprentice. Smart girl, tough as nails though. By now, she's probably an excellent hunter. Don't worry about her boys, she's on our side. But if she doesn't have it, then it means they do."

"You mean, whatever killed Elkins?" Dean questioned.

"We've got to pick up the trail." John gets out of the car.

"Wait." Sam shouts out. John turns around, and looks to them through the open window.

"You want us to come with you?" Sam continued.

"If Elkins was tellin' the truth, we've got to find this gun."

"The gun? Why?" Sam asked again.

"Because it's important, that's why." John bellows in a strong fatherly voice.

"Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet." Trying to understand this weird logic that belong to his father, some things never change.

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best, vampires." Dean eyes looks to Sam and back to their father.

"Vampires? I thought there was no such thing."

"You never even mentioned them, Dad." The younger Winchester added.

"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and others had wiped 'em out…I was wrong." He looks to his sons, but he was thinking of something in his head. "Trish, did she leave anything to contact her?" Dean shakes his head.

"You think she know who they are, and where to find them?"

"She probably already started. These vampires are not to be taken lightly. Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that part's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late."

The three Winchester found a motel and stayed to the night. Morning approaches, and John Winchester got a lead over the police radio of a missing couple, and knew it was at the hand of the blood suckers from hell. Reaching the scene where the car was left abandon by the missing couple. Dean recognizes a familiar car.

"Guess who's here?" He motions to Sam.

John comes out of the truck, and sees Trish coming out of her car. He walks up to her and they both share a hug. Dean and Sam waiting by the car watching them talking to each other. Ever so often she eyes would dart to the brothers. Then soon they head over to the police.

"How long do you think dad and Trish know each other?" Sam tucks his hands into his jeans pocket, as Dean fold his arms across his check.

"I don't know, but it has to be awhile, if he can work with her. You know how he is with outsiders." Sam nods in understanding. "But still, keep an eye on her. In this life, looks can be deceiving."

Several minutes pass, and Sam is getting restless.

" I don't see why we couldn't have gone over with him." Dean looks over at Sam.

"Oh, don't tell me it's already starting." A weird look exchange between the two of them.

"What's starting?" Sam continued.

John and Trish walks back over to them.

"Sam…Dean. Good to see you again." They both greeted her back with a nod of their heads.

"What do you two got?" Dean asked looking between his father and Trish.

"It was them, all right. Looks like they're headin' west. We're gonna have to double back to get around that detour." Trish informed, and John nods in agreement.

"You think the nest is around here?" John looks over to Trish.

"I know. I saw them last night, before they supposedly took the couple."

"You saw them? And you didn't do anything?" Her hazel eyes darts over to Sam.

"Kiddo, if I could I would. But one against ten, I'm good, I'm not that good."

"Are you sure we're heading in the right direction?" Sam asked with a slight attitude.

"Sam-" Dean called out.

" I just wanna know we're goin' in the right direction." He retorted back.

"We are." John simply answered.

"How do you know?" Sam asked demanding a logically answer. John goes into his pocket.

"I found this." Dean takes the item from him.

"It's a vampire fang."

"No fangs, teeth. The second set descends when they attack." John informed them. Then turn to Sam. "Any more questions?" He didn't respond. John turns and heads back to his truck. Trish, Dean, and Sam follows behind.

"All right, let's get out of here, we're losin' daylight. Hey, Dean, why don't you touch up your car before you get rust? I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were gonna ruin it."

John gets into his truck, and pulls out, followed by Trish, and then Sam and Dean.

Sam and Dean are following in the caravan with John leading, with Sam behind the wheels. Dean is reading from some research on vampires.

"Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten. Smaller packs are sent out to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest, where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks. I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple." Dean still looking down on the research.

"That's probably what Dad's thinking. Of course, it would be nice if he just told us what he thinks." Dean looks up to Sam, who still have his eyes on the road.

Dean sighs in complaint, "So, it is starting."

"What?" Sam's nonchalant tone was not fooling Dean.

"Sam, we've been lookin' for Dad all year. Now we're not with him for more than a couple of hours, and there's static already?"

"No. Look, I'm happy he's okay, all right? And I'm happy that we're all workin' together again." Dean feeling a but coming along.

"Good."

"But, It's just the way he treats us like we're children." There it goes.

"Seriously Dean. He treats Trish more as a fellow hunter than we, his own sons."

"Oh, God." Dean groans.

"He barks orders at us, Dean, he expects us to follow him without question. He keeps us on some crap need-to-know deal." Sam clenches his jaw at the tension he felt for all these years.

"He does what he does for a reason." Dean in an odd turn of events becoming the voice of reason.

"Bull Dean. What reason?"

"Our job! There's no time to argue, there's no margin for error, all right, it's just the way the old man runs…" Dean beginning to feel his own tension.

"Yeah, well, maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, all right? Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean, are you tellin' me you're cool with just fallin' into line and lettin' him run the whole show?" Dean sat there and tighten his jaw before looking at his brother.

"If that's what it takes." Sam rolling his eyes in anger.

The day went on, and Sam is still driving. Dean is on the phone with John, and shortly after he hangs up.

"Pull over at the nest exit." Sam quickly looks at Dean.

"Why?"

"Because dad think we have the Vampires' trail."

"How can he be so sure?"

"I don't know Sam. He didn't say."

Sam suddenly steps on the gas forcefully, and speeds down the road. He cuts in front of Trish's car and John's truck and pulls over. John and Trish pulls over also. All four of them get out of their cars.

Dean feeling that World War III is about to break loose. "Oh, crap. Here we go. Sam!" Going around the car to stop his little brother.

"What the hell was that?" John asked as he approaches Sam.

"We need to talk." Trish stopping right behind John.

"What's going on?"

"Trish, this has nothing to do with you." Sam spits at her. But didn't mean to come at her like that.

"Sam, that was uncalled for. She has nothing to do with this." Pointing at him and John standing toe to toe at each other. Dean look at Trish and mouthed 'sorry' to her.

"What do we need to talk about?"

"About everything. Where we goin', Dad? What's the big deal about this gun?" Sam voice raising higher and higher.

"Sammy, come on, we can Q and A after we kill all the vampires." Dean himself not liking where this conversation is going. He walks up to Sam to take him back to the car, but Sam wasn't having it.

"Your brother's right, we don't have time for this." John turning back to the truck.

"Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous to be together. Now, out of the blue, you need our help. Now, obviously, something big is goin' down, and we wanna know what!" John turns back.

"Get back in the car."

"No"

"I said get back in the damn car."

Sam was not having it.

"Yeah. And I said no."

Dean stepping in between them, "All right, you made your point, tough guy. Look, we're all tired. We can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it, come on." He pushes back towards the car.

"This is why I left in the first place." Sam muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"You heard me" He turns back to his father.

"Yeah. You left. Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam, you walked away!" John walks up to him, and grabs him by the shirt collar.

"Stop it, both of you!" Trying to pull them apart. Trish knowing this was none of her business, but this was not the time to be having a family dispute.

"John come on, we don't have time for this." She pulls at his arm.

"You were the one who said "Don't come back", Dad. You're the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!" Dean gets in the middle and pulls the two of them apart.

"All right, stop it, stop it - stop it, that's enough!" He breaks them up. He turns to his father. "That means you, too."

Trish walks over to Sam and grabs him by the shoulder. "You come with me!" All three of them looks at her oddly, and she got offended. "What! We have a nest of s.o.b's to hunt, and you guys are here having a Jerry Springer moment!" She pushes Sam in the back towards her car. "Sam, you ride with me, and I don't want to hear a peep out of you. John, cool you're ass, and get in the truck. Dean you follow behind." Trish heading to her silver Camaro, "And I will lead!" She yells back at them.

Sam and John angrily get back in their cars. Dean looks around.

"Terrific." Dean says to himself as he gets into the car.