Texas: Vampire Hunt 2 Weeks Later

They stared at the four vampire bodies with there heads chopped off. All the heads were across the room, but one and it sat above one of the bodies, in an unmistakable letter. The bodies had all been arranged to form one word. "Hi" The boys stood there staring at it, their heads cocked to the left.

"Its her." Dean said quietly.

Sam looked at him, "Who?"

"Mystery Girl, she beat us here. I don't know how, but she beat us here." he replied through gritted teeth.

"Well, then the jobs done, lets go get something to eat." said Sam clapping Dean on the shoulder. Giving the bodies/message one last glare Dean follows Sam out the barn door. The sun was bright, and it took a minute to let their eyes adjust. Dean drove as Sam text on his phone.

"Who are you texting? You actually get a number last night? That would be a first." Dean said, still staring at the road.

"Jo, she was just checking up on us." Sam replied not looking away from his phone.

They stopped at the local diner, and since the only table that was available was in the corner, and made for two, they looked disdainfully at it, not wanting to give the wrong impression in this po dunk town. A cute blond waitress came up to them, and smiled suggestively at Dean, but then her face turned to excitement, and she started yelling to the other two pretty girls behind the counter. "Hey, girls its them, its them!"

The brothers looked at each other, silently communicating, Who?

The girls rushed over to them with a piece of cake, and were congratulating them. Dean coughed behind his hand and gave the girls his best bad boy smile and asked "So what are we celebrating ladies?"

"Your marriage of course!" They all said in unison.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Dean asked "Come again?"

"I bet you say that all the time." one of the waitresses said with a wink. The whole diner was staring at them by now, trying to get a good look at the "Married" couple, who were both obviously male.

"Who told you that we were married?" asked Sam in a strained, choking voice.

"Well, she told us not to tell you, as its a surprise, but well...its just so romantic. Its your cousin, and she's driving ahead on your honeymoon road trip to set out little presents and surprises for you." said the dark haired waitress.

"Surprises, I'll say." said Sam

"I need some pie, I need the whole damn thing." Dean said as he squeezed into the tiny booth for two, he laid his head in his hands on the table. Sam sat down, and stared at him.

"It's not so bad Dean, we are leaving after we eat, no one will know. Lets just eat and go, OK?" Sam said, trying to make his brother feel better. They ordered food, and once it arrived, Dean took one bite of his massive cheeseburger, and pushed his plate away.

"I'm not hungry. I just can't take it anymore, she's killing me, SLOWLY." Dean whined. Sam just snickered and finished off his salad. The waitress came over and cleared everything away, and the boys walked out to the Impala.

Dean stopped as he was walking around the back of the car and crumpled to his knees. Yelling, "Not my baby, not my baby!" Sam ran around to the back of the car to see what had happened to his brothers prized possession, he looked at the bumper. Gasping in shock he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, and started taking pictures of the bumper, and Dean draped across the back in total despair. The entire back of the bumper had been covered in gay pride stickers, almost like it was wallpaper. None of the metal of the bumper showed. Sam was now holding his middle and bent over laughing, and Dean looked up so see that Sam had no remorse for what SHE had done to his car, his precious car, his baby. He stood up and walked over to Sam's hunched over form and punched him in the jaw. Just enough to get the message across.

Sam shut up, and went to get into the passengers side, and Dean opened the drivers door. On the drivers seat was a decoratively wrapped present, (wedding paper) and a note saying to To Dean, with love. Swallowing hard, Dean carefully picked it up. He put the present to his ear, and listened for a tick-tock of a bomb. Not hearing anything, he shook it a little. A slight rattle was all he heard. Handing it to Sam he said, "You open it."

"Why should I, what ever is in that package is clearly intended for you. I'm not opening it." came Sam's laughing reply. Taking the offending present, Dean walked over to a bench and set the present down, and started to walk away with out opening it. Half way back to the car, he stopped, and went back to the present. He couldn't not open it, curious and afraid, he took out his knife and slowly cut the paper off the present with out touching it. When the paper fell away, there was a small cardboard box, taped at the top. He carefully cut the tape longways, and with a shaky hand flipped open the top of the box, and then jumped back in fear, covering his face in protection. When no bomb burst, he slowly leaned over and peered in the open box. Tilting his head up heavenward as if asking for patience he reached into the box and grabbed the contents. Sam watched the whole thing with unabashed glee that someone had Dean on his toes, and it was a girl.

Dean stalked back to the car, and threw the items in the back seat. Sam twisted around and saw, acetone, a box knife, and goo gone laying haphazardly on the leather seat. Turning around with a huge smile on his face, he opened his mouth to say something, before he could get anything out, Dean said through gritted teeth, "Shut up Sammy, don't...say....anything." Sam shut his mouth and turned to look at the passing trees.