Dean fell asleep thinking of Lisa which was both comforting and cruel, and his dreams reflected that. He woke expecting to be in his bed that he shared with her. Half asleep, he reached out looking for soft, warm skin, but instead found cold emptiness. Shaking his head, the hotel room focused in his view. A dark female form sat on the corner of the bed, her back to him. Long dark hair was swept over one shoulder.

"Lisa?" He said, it came out think and lazy, and she turned to him. Alarming green eyes met his own.

"No, I am sorry." It was Enoch; he saw that now clearly and felt foolish in mistaking the two women. "I have been waiting for you to awaken."

"When did you get back?"

"A little over an hour ago. We are to go west. There is a town called Lancaster, there we will find a map."

Dean fell back on the bed shielding his eyes with his right arm his brain was not ready for this so early. "A map to what?"

"Lucifer's cage."

"I already know where it is. That abbey or in the cemetery in Lawrence."

"The cage is no longer in either of those locations. As a precaution the cage is designed to move randomly so as to deter anyone from opening it."

"Well, that worked well." Enoch recognized the sarcasm. She ignored it. Looking down at him she could see the angry, red handprint scared over his shoulder, and suddenly became very aware of the fact that he was shirtless. She quickly looked away.

"There is a kind of map that tracks the location of the cage. We will need it, if we wish to… spring your brother."

Dean sighed loudly. "Alright, get the map, got it." He rolled off the bed retrieving a t-shirt. "So where exactly is it. I mean how do we find it?"

"I do not know." He raised his eyebrows at her and she shrugged. "I was told that when we saw it, we will know." Dean shook his head and laughed as he picked up his toothbrush.

"Who gives you these instructions? Because they suck."

"God."

He laughed again a little harder, but when she turned to him he could see that she was being quite literal. He spit out some toothpaste. "God? Really?"

"Who else?"

Dean had to agree with the logic. Who else would give the highest rank of angels their orders? There only seemed to be one possible answer. Maybe he would ask Cas about that later. He pushed the thought out of his mind for the present and finished with his teeth. "Alright let's get outta here. We'll get breakfast on the way."

Enoch turned around to face him again. "Pancakes?" She asked a bit of enthusiasm edging her voice.

"Yeah, we'll see."

It took six hours to get to Lancaster and it turned out to be something more than the small town that Dean had been expecting. The next four days were spent going to every museum, school, cemetery, church, and any other place that might house an ancient map. Their search was fruitless. On the fifth day both Dean and Enoch had reached the limit of their frustration. Enoch continually cursed her earthbound vessel and Dean had almost stopped talking altogether in a volume lower than a yell. Enoch had decided that she had had enough and tried asking God for help. Coming back to the hotel room she found Dean with his laptop buried in newspapers.

He could tell by the look on her face that her efforts had not worked. God was not talking. She threw her coat across the room and fell back on the bed staring up at the ceiling fan miserably.

"We must be missing something. We should retrace our steps."

"You've been doing that for the last two days and haven't found anything."

"Then we should do it again until we find the map."

"Looking where we've already looked isn't going to help."

Enoch shot up off the bed. "I do not hear any better ideas coming from you." She yelled at him.

"That's because I thought when we saw it we would know it, right? I'm beginning to think we are the butt of God's crappy joke."

"Dean Winchester, I may not be allowed to kill you, but I will hurt you."

He threw down his paper so as to face her full on. "Hey don't think just because you look like a girl I won't kick your ass. I've done it before." They glared at each other, their angry frustration like electricity between them. Dean broke the stare, throwing his hands up. "Listen we are both annoyed that we can't find this damn map, but it happens, you know; and I can tell you there is only one way to get through it."

She eyed him wearily.

"And that is?"

"Hunting. How do you feel about beating the living hell out of some monsters?"

"What are you talking about?"

Dean waved her over, motioning to the newspapers. "I think I've found something strange. Yesterday there was an article about a girl dropped off in the middle of the night at a hospital. A car drove by and just shoved her out. It said she was mauled by a dog, see here's a picture of the bite." Enoch picked up the paper staring closely.

"That is not a dog bite." She agreed.

"That's right. That right there is a vampire bite."

"Do you think she turned?"

"No, apparently she died not too long after she showed up at the hospital. According to this, she had an unknown drug in her system. But here's the kicker," he pointed at the computer. "In the last year and a half there have been four other girls at two other hospitals that died the same way."

"Vampires?"

Dean shrugged, "We are sitting around with our thumbs up our asses, doing nothing but getting closer to killing each other every day. People are dying; I think we should look into this."

She stared down at the news article. A picture of a young blonde girl smiled up at her, but she was torn. She had been given her directions, her mission to follow, and she knew that to go off on a tangent would waste time. The cage would be moving at any moment perhaps farther away from them, but still the picture of the pretty girl, who was now no more, tugged at her.

"Very well." She finally said tossing the paper down. "I will follow your lead."

"Well, here's the thing. I can get into the police station, but not you."

"Are you asking me to wait in the car again? If you remember it did not end well last time."

"No, I'll handle the cops, you go to the morgue. See if you find out anything." Dean didn't really think she would be able to find much, but he had to give her something to do. She accepted the task though she wasn't very keen in leaving Dean on his own. She was, after all, supposed to stay by his side so as to protect him. He was able to convince her though.

Dean himself was very eager to work this job. How long had it been since he took on a vampire? And after the last couple of days he was in the mood to kill something. So clad in suit and tie with a fake FBI ID tucked in his jacket pocket, he walked into the local police station, feeling nothing but confidence. Flashing his badge at the front desk he stated his intention concerning the case, and a young, freckly police officer showed him to a small conference room. He paced it for a few minutes until an overweight detective shambled in.

"Agent Anderson," The detective greeted offering his hand. "Detective Morran."

Dean shook his hand. "Good to meet you. I've got a few questions concerning the Sarah Humbert case."

"Right," He gestured for Dean to sit opposite him. "I gotta tell you, I'm glad you guys are finally taking my reports seriously."

"Reports?"

The detective hesitated. "Yeah, I've been sending the FBI reports about a possible serial killer in Lancaster for months now. That's why you're here, right?"

"Oh, yeah, serial killer." Dean nodded and tried to look as reassuring as possible. It seemed to be enough.

"Good," Detective Morran said tossing down a pile of files. There were five in total, all the other cases that Dean had discovered online. "Here's all the information I've written about."

"Ah, right," Dean reached out and took the first file off the pile. "Just so I know we cover all the bases, why don't you take me through everything."

The detective sighed. "Five women in total. The first being from February of last year, and the last from just two weeks ago. All are in their mid-to-late twenties, all from out of town, all presented with a bite on their bodies. Now the coroners have described the bites as coming from dogs, but…" He spread out several pictures in front of Dean, each gruesome. "I've never seen a dog bite like that."

Dean had seen a bite like that, though, many times before. Each girl had one, like a red tag. One on her neck, another on her inner thigh, everyone in a different place. "Blood loss?"

"Yeah, some, but not enough to kill them. No, these girls were poisoned."

"The unknown drug?"

"Here," He handed Dean a tox report. He picked it up and stared down at it but couldn't make out what it meant. Numbers and abbreviations that didn't mean anything to him, but Dean wasn't about to let that be known. Instead he hummed and nodded. "You understand that?"

He shrugged and admitted, "Not a word."

"No one does. I can't find anyone who can identify what these girls were drugged with or how it was administrated, but it sure stopped their hearts quick enough." Dean looked down at the pictures and files again. When has a vampire ever bit a human and not drink them dry or turned them?

"Do you have any suspects?"

He shook his head, "Not a one. We thought we had a pretty good lead. It seemed that three of the five women were seen at a local night club a couple of nights before they died, but nothing came of it."

And there it was. A night club, the classic hunting grounds. A vampire finds a pretty, young girl, gets her drunk (or in this case slips her a weird ass roofie), and then lures her to the nest. Vampires were somewhat predictable, and Dean liked that. He thanked Detective Morran and asked if he could get copies of the case files. He had heard all he needed to know and a plan had already started to form in his mind.

When Dean returned to the hotel Enoch was there already waiting for him, like he thought she would be.

"No luck?" He asked losing the suit jacket and loosening his tie.

"No, they said I did not have the correct credentials, and I thought knocking them all unconscious would upset you, so I was unable to gather any information."

"You need to learn how to sweet talk people."

"What?"

"Sam could have taught you. He would just give them that puppy eyed bullshit, and they would give him anything he asked for." A strange sadness fell across his face just for a second before he continued. "You, though, all you have to do is probably wear a short skirt and that would be enough."

"I do not understand what the length of my garments has to do with questioning others." She stared at him confused and he simply smirked at her naivety.

"I take it back. You might need more than a short skirt. Doesn't matter anyway, I think I know our next move." He slapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously. "We're going clubbing."

The night club ended up being little more than a bar next door to a popular hotel. The Impala parked across the street. It had been there all afternoon as Dean kept surveillance to Enoch's great annoyance.

"We have been here for hours. What do you expect to see, especially now that the sun has set?"

"I expect to see a vampire. Once I do, we can go get him."

"Vampires look exactly like humans from this distance."

"Yeah, but most of the time you can tell, well, I can tell." Enoch leafed through the case files again looking for a specific entry.

"Here it says that all these women arrived at this location between eight and nine o'clock and left before midnight. If the vampire is indeed in there, he would arrive early and be hunting as we speak."

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"No, I do not believe I will."

"Alright, we'll go in. After an afternoon with you, I need a drink anyway." Dean swung the door opened and exited feeling a little stiff from sitting so long. He stood to his full height to stretch and suddenly he was eye to eye with Castiel. "Hey, two steps away, remember?" Castiel looked down at his feet and took a tentative step backward. Dean didn't think he would ever get use to that. Why did angels have no sense of personal space? At least Enoch kept her distance in most cases. "What are you doing here?"

Castiel seemed confused. "I thought…"

"I called him" Enoch announced.

"Why?" Dean asked as she came to his side.

"Strategic logic. We are about to enter a foreign area to face a foe stronger than you and of unknown numbers. Three would be better than two." He stared at her and she shrugged. "Castiel agreed with me."

"I did. I thought it better to help you now than wait for you to get yourself into trouble, and then have to get you out."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Dean shook his head as he walked away, both angels flanking him.

The inside of the bar was no brighter than out. Smoke hung thick in the air and the noise was deafening. The whole place was packed with people, including a pack of girls that looked far too young to be there. Dean scanned the crowd as he made his way to the bar. It was a long bar spanning the length of an entire wall. Four bartenders worked behind it, the nearest a tall, dark girl spotted him and smiled slyly.

"Hey there," she said grabbing a few cocktail napkins out of her back pocket and placing them in front of him. These were her special cocktail napkins. The ones with her number neatly written on them. It was a little thing she did to any guy she found cute enough to take her home. Yeah, it was forward, maybe even slutty, but it worked.

"Scotch, rocks."

"And anything for your… uh, friends?"

Dean glanced over his shoulder to see Castiel and Enoch standing side by side like a stone wall of angelic countenance. He turned back to the bartender and shook his head. She turned and walked away to get his drink and he watched her leave very intently. Without taking his eyes away, he threw over his shoulder, "Could you guys look more out of place?"

"Yes," Enoch said.

"He's being sarcastic," Castiel said to her.

"Oh, seems like an odd time for one to say things they do not mean."

Castiel sat next to Dean at the bar and left Enoch to stand sentinel behind. She turned her head back a forth trying to take in everything she was seeing. It was impossible.

"What are you looking for?" Cas asked Dean.

"Vampire."

"Do you have any idea who it might be?"

Dean shook his head, "Not really."

"Then how do you intend to find him here?"

"I have my ways." The bartender was back and Dean locked her in one of his patented hansom-yet-mysterious-and-dangerous smiles. She smiled back and leaned in close the better to be heard.

"Can I get you anything else?" Her true implications were clear.

"Yeah, I'm looking for someone. He might have been talking to one of these women?" He spread out pictures of the three victims that were supposed to have been seen at the bar. She looked down at them and her face flickered with recognition. She came back to him, her smile faded.

"You a cop or something?"

"Do I look like a cop?"

"No, you don't," her eyes moved to Castiel who had been staring at her listening. It was clear that his presence unnerved her. Dean kicked him under the bar breaking his gaze.

"Why don't you and E go find a table? I'll be right there." Though Castiel didn't quite understand what was happening, he learned long ago when to take Dean's suggestions. He rose from the bar and left motioning Enoch to follow, who did only reluctantly glaring at the bartender as she went. Dean turned back and put his chin in his hand showing the tall, dark girl that she had his full attention.

"I didn't see the other two, but I remember this one." She pointed down at the blonde Sarah Humbert. "She was with a bunch of girl friends. I think they said they were on a road trip or something. She talked to a lot of guys, but Barry was really interested. He bought her drinks, but she didn't leave with him. She was gone long before he left."

"You didn't tell the police this?"

"Barry has… friends. Scary ones. They come in with him sometimes. It's just better to not mess with him. You know what I mean?"

"He here tonight?" She jerked her head toward the opposite corner of the bar where a short but well built man sat. He was light haired and dark eyed and wearing expensive clothes. He was alone, but did not seem in the least awkward, a whisky in his fist. Dean downed his own drink in one swallow and placed money on the bar, including an extra twenty for the information.

He found Enoch and Castiel on the other side of the bar. They stood around a high table. Castiel scanned the crowd intently and Enoch, just as intently, stared at Castiel. He still would not look her in the eye. It infuriated her. Dean stepped up to the table, his back to the bar. He tilted his head over his shoulder.

"That's our guy."

"Are you sure?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah pretty sure. So I'm thinking we watch him, wait until he leaves and then follow him to the nest."

"He's not going back to the nest tonight." Enoch said matter-of-factly.

"How do you know?"

"I can hear his thoughts."

"Oh, well, even better. Why don't you go over there and listen until you find out where the nest is."

Enoch sighed. "It does not work that way. I can only hear what one chooses to broadcast and the only thing coming from him is his desire for a girl, and I don't think he wants to eat her."

Dean snorted with laughter and said under his breath, "Maybe not how you think."

"What?" Enoch and Castiel said in unison. They both stared at him with matching expressions, which made Dean want to laugh again.

Instead he just shifted on his feet and said, "You guys hear like bats."

"So we are left with interrogation," Castiel said as a female patron passed by him. She ran her finger tips up his arm which made him rather uncomfortable so he leaned away from her nudging Enoch on his left. This seemed to make him even more uncomfortable and they both stiffly moved away from each other.

"Ok, so we wait until he leaves and then jump him." Dean shrugged his shoulders in a 'problem solved' kind of way.

"Perhaps we should be somewhat more subtle than that." Enoch suggested. "He wants to talk to a girl, and as we have discussed, I am a girl."

Dean snorted again and glanced to Castiel who shared with him a meaningful look. "Yeah, you're a girl, but I don't think you know what you are getting into. He's looking to hook up."

"Yes flirting, I know of it."

"See that's what I'm talking about. You say things like that, you don't flirt. Listen E, you've got a lot of skills, but this isn't one of them."

Her eyes narrowed at him, but then she sighed. "You are right. Such human interaction is beyond me. However, you have not seen all my skills." She broke off from the table walking with a purpose through the crowd toward a door under a bright neon light spelling out 'Restrooms.'

"What is she doing?" Dean asked Castiel.

"Perhaps she has to pee."

Dean shot him a withering look before they both followed. There was a dimly lit hallway behind the door. It was short and dirty with stained walls. Two more doors stood at the end, one on each side. Men and women. Enoch was half way down taking long strides seemingly to catch up with a girl she was following. It was the same girl that had ran her hand over Castiel's arm. Once reaching her, Enoch tapped her on the shoulder. The girl, in four inch heels, turned and looked down on the shorter angel. E reached up and swiped her index finger down the girl's forehead. Instantly her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell in a faint to the floor. Alarmed Dean ran to Enoch's side.

"What the hell did you do?"

"Oh chill out, gah. I didn't hurt her, she's just sleeping." The change in her demeanor was extreme, not just the way she talked but even how she was holding herself. Dean stumbled back.

"What the fuck?"

"OMG, Dean, calm yourself." Her hands came to her hips. "I am just, like, borrowing her personality for a bit. I mean it's a little more extreme than I thought it would be, but I thought, you know, what the hell, it works." She was talking so fast it was hard for Dean to keep up and then she giggled. Actually giggled. After seeing her kick a demon across a bar entirely stone faced, the sound that now escaped her just seemed incredibly… wrong.

The sound of a door opening brought them all to attention. A twenty-something guy was frozen at the door behind them. He had been looking for the bathroom, but seemed to have found something very different. He stared wide eyed moving from the guy in the trench coat, the two in leather jackets arguing and the girl passed out on the floor. Enoch smiled as charmingly as possible and leaned down. She grabbed the limp form under the arms and hoisted her up.

"Go back to the table. I'll be right out." She said as she dragged the girl into the women's bathroom. Dean stared shocked as the door closed behind her. The guy crossed down the hall suspiciously eyeing Dean and Castiel as he passed them. Dean tried to laugh it off.

"Just had too much to drink, you know." He said nervously. The guy disappeared into the men's room and he turned to Castiel. "Can you do what she just did?"

Castiel shook his head.

"Good, because that was just too weird."

They followed Enoch's orders and returned to the table where Dean promptly ordered two very strong drinks, both of which were for him. Enoch appeared from the restroom door soon after. She had switched clothes with the poor girl now passed out and propped up in a bathroom stall. The mini skirt and low cut shirt completed the transformation and she appeared to be almost a totally other person, though she still wore her black jacket to keep her arms covered. She sauntered up to the bar next to the vamp and seemed to fall easily into conversation with him. Castiel watched almost protectively.

"I don't like this plan."

"No argument here. I mean whatever happened to finding a monster and then shooting it in the face? I miss the old days." Dean sighed and put down his second glass. He glanced over at Enoch. "But she's a woman, right? When a woman decides to do something, there's no stopping them." She was laughing coyly, legs crossed. "What is it with you and her? I mean she calls, you jump to attention, but you don't look at her and you're really uncomfortable. I mean even more than usual." He put his hand on Cas's shoulder giving him a very serious and sympathetic look. "Is the little girl making you nervous?"

Castiel shrugged off his hand.

"She is Seraphim, the most revered of my kind. I've never even seen one before, and even if I had ever been in one's presence I still would not have seen them because we're not allowed to even look on them. They seemed more legend than anything else, and it's supposed to be physically impossible for Seraphim to enter a vessel or walk the Earth in any way. I'm as shocked to see her here as you were when we first met."

"Why is it so impossible for her to be here?"

"Every time we transit realms we have to break the vale between the reality you know here and that of Heaven. A Seraphim's true for is so massive it's dangerous. Hard to really explain, but think of a sonic boom through time and space. There is only one way she could be here and that's if God willed it to be."

"So dear old Dad is still around. That should make you happy."

"Yes, and no." Castiel returned to watching Enoch's performance which seemed to have come to an end. She slid off her bar stool and headed for the front door. At the last moment she glanced over her shoulder and caught his eye. She smiled wide and friendly as the door closed behind her. Castiel motioned to Dean as he followed her out. Their ears rang from the lack of sound as they left the club. The night had gotten a little colder and Dean shoved his hands in his pockets. They turned a corner and stopped abruptly as Enoch was waiting for them. She stood tall and straight with eyebrows furrowed and a sullen expression.

"You, uh, back to normal?" Dean asked.

"Yes," She said. "In fact I found that a very unpleasant experience. Her personality was very taxing."

"Well, it's nice to have you back. What did he tell you?"

"Very little, I am afraid. He almost shut me out completely. It would seem that even with the short skirt, as you suggested, I was not his type. He had a passing thought, something having to do with my bazooms being too small." She paused thinking very hard. "I do not know what that means."

Dean wanted to laugh, but he really didn't want to explain the word, bazooms, so he just plowed on with the problem at hand. "So you got nothing?"

"I said he did not tell me much, but he did not have much authority over his mind. It went on many tangents, including that he had a room in the hotel, number 238." Dean smiled.

"That's my girl, still can't flirt, but you use what God gave you."

He and Enoch soon found themselves standing in front of hotel door 238. They spent most of their time walking to the hotel and riding up the elevator arguing about whether Enoch's plan had been more or less effective than Dean's.

"All I'm saying is that we would have gotten just as much information, maybe more, if we had done it my way. Plus there is the satisfaction of beating the hell out of a vampire."

"Your satisfaction would be short lived, Dean Winchester. This way we still have the element of surprise."

"We could have kept the element of surprise by killing him."

"And he would have known that to be his ultimate end and no doubt would have simply fed you lies."

"I don't know. I'm very persuasive." He flashed a smile that would have melted any other girl, but Enoch just lifted an eyebrow doubtfully.

"Are you?"

The bolt of the hotel door unlocked with a snap from inside, and slowly swung open. Castiel stood behind it waiting. They slipped in closing and locking the door behind and Dean went straight to work looking through a nearby nightstand.

"What are we looking for?" Enoch moved from foot to foot convinced that she would be able to keep better balance on the extremely high heels.

"Anything vampish. There's got to be a reason why he has the room. It's weird, usually they just return to their nests."

Castiel went to a desk opening the drawers and running his hands behind it looking for hidden objects. Enoch went to the other nightstand and upon finding nothing, went to her hands and knees to look under the bed. However, that made it very easy for Dean, who had also gone to the desk, and Castiel both to appreciate how short her skirt actually was. They stared down on her as she searched under the bed, her ear to the floor, her back arched. She sighed and quite suddenly jumped to her feet spinning to face them. Dean looked away as quick as he could, but Castiel wasn't so lucky. Her eyes locked on him.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," Cas said perhaps a little too quickly, a little too guiltily. She eyed him suspiciously.

"What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing," again a little too quickly, a little too defensively. He averted his eyes then, looking down at a drawer he had already searched. Enoch's eyes narrowed on him as she walked to the bathroom. She disappeared inside.

"Dude," it was Dean at his shoulder with a wicked smirk. "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing." It came out as an insistent growl as Cas slammed the drawer closed. A sharp 'bing' sounded at their feet as something metallic bounced off the wooden floors. A coin too large and thick to be a quarter rolled away.

Dean stepped on it and picked it up. It glinted like copper and the image stamped on its face was old and faded. The two angels came to stand around him, all looking intently at the coin. Dean looked up at Enoch handing it to her.

"What is it?" She shook head blankly and handed it back.

"It's a tag," Castiel said taking it. "The Romans used to use them to mark their property."

"Property?" Enoch asked highly doubting that the hotel desk ever belong to an ancient roman.

"Slaves." He took a deep breath examining the coin. "Sometimes demons like to do the same thing. Marking their minions. Though, usually demons like to brand their slaves with the coin instead of letting them hold them."

"So this vampire is working for a demon?" Dean rolled the thought around in his head. "Can't say I've ever hear of that before."

"He has the map," Enoch declared.

"Who?"

"The demon."

"And how the hell do you know that?"

"I do not know, really. But do you not see? I was told we would know it when we saw it, and you did. You saw the vampire activity that led us to a demon, where no demon should be. You said that you have never heard of this kind of situation before. It is odd and exactly what we were meant to do."

Dean looked at her unsure, "Whether this thing has the map or not, we have to find it first. If the vampires are this guy's worker bees, then he's probably at the nest, and we still don't know where that is."

"I may know a spell," Castiel said now holding the coin under a light. "I think I can use this coin to find the demon, if it's close enough, but it may take time."

"Alright, go and get started, we'll finish here." Castiel vanished and Enoch felt a pang of jealousy. Her Earth bound existence was starting to annoy her, but she quickly reminded herself that jealousy was a sin, said a little prayer, and turned to Dean.

"I believe I found something, but as I do not know the present common practices of the average human I cannot be sure." She led him to the bathroom. She had found a small men's toiletry bag under the sink. She unzipped it and spilled its contents on the counter. Four syringes filled with red liquid fell out.

"Well, that's definitely not part of my common practices." He picked up a syringe tilting it back and forth. The liquid sloshed back and forth heavily coating the sides in think red. "What is a vampire doing with dead man's blood?" He locked eyes with her. "The level of weirdness is reaching Twilight Zone levels." Enoch's eyes widened in alarm.

"Is that very bad?"

"Never mind."

"Are you sure it is dead man's blood?"

"What else is it going to be?" She took up another syringe and pushed out a little puddle on the counter. She looked at it closely and then dipped her fingertip.

"Definitely blood." She smelled it.

"Uh, should you be doing that?" Dean had had his share of times interacting with blood. He had been covered in it, wiped it over his face as a disguise; it had been in his eyes, mouth and even ears, but never had he intentionally smelled it for examination purposes. Just as he was thinking this, she put her finger in her mouth tasting the mystery blood. "Come on, E! That's just gross."

It was obvious that she agreed as she violently gagged. She doubled over the sink spitting and heaving. She fumbled over the facet scooping handfuls of water in her mouth and then spitting it out again. Dean hadn't expected the reaction, but wasn't terribly surprised. What did she expect? He probably would have had done the same. But now watching her all but throw-up in the bathroom sink, he felt that he should do something.

"You want me to hold your hair back or something?"

She shook her head as she shut off the water. "Sorry, I was not expecting that." She took a deep breath before standing up again. "Not human blood, demon blood. I think we just found your 'weird ass roofie." He looked down at the syringe in his hand astounded.

"Shit, E, you were right. They don't want to eat them." They stared at each other trying in their own minds to fathom the implications of this. It was true that Sam had at one time been addicted to demon blood; even so he had never injected the poison straight into his veins. No wonder all the girls had died. "Let's get outta here; I think I've had enough for one night." She nodded and left the bathroom. Dean gathered the syringes into the toiletry bag and tucked it carefully inside his jacket.

Enoch walked across the hotel room and reached for the door knob, but suddenly stopped short. There was a sharp click from the other side and it swung open before her revealing the light haired, dark eyed vampire. A heavily intoxicated blonde hung on his arm and looking at her, Enoch suddenly understood what the word 'bazooms' meant. The blonde laid eyes on Enoch and let out an angry squeal. She rounded on the vampire.

"What the hell? I told you I'm into that shit." She slapped him across the face (he barely flinched) and half ran half stumbled down the hall. However the vampire had forgotten about her, instead he was staring at Enoch.

"Who the fuck are you?" She took a step back trying to brace herself. She was not a practiced hand to hand fighter and had no weapon of any kind. She turned her head side to side, but Dean was nowhere to be seen. As her eyes came back front, the vamp had advanced and was closing the door behind him. "I remember now, you're the girl from the bar down stairs. What are you doing in here?" He scanned the room looking at the results of the search the three had performed. Then a thought came to his mind, so obvious. "Hunter," He growled.

Enoch's mind whirled, but seemed unable to form any clear thought. It was as if she was trying to think through a fog, and suddenly he had her by the lapels of her jacket. He leaned in close and whispered, "I think he's going to like you." He jerked her in close intending to lift her from her feet, but couldn't. Instead he threw her back hard. Under any other circumstance she would have been able to keep her balance and recover, but the high heels tangled under her and she tumbled to the ground landing on her stomach. She pushed herself up and tried to turn, but was immediately met with a closed fist.

It didn't hurt as much as it surprised her. She had never in all of her very long life been punched in the face. A hand grabbed her firmly around the arm and flipped her over. The vamp hovered over her, placing a knee across her chest. He smiled down at her revealing a mouth of hideous fangs. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth as he raised a hand high into the air. He had grabbed the hotel phone. It was an old, heavy thing. Usually, with his superior strength one punch would have been more than enough to knock out a woman, but it hadn't worked this time, so he figured her would instead bash her head in with the phone. It came crashing down and instinctly Enoch raised her arms over her head to block the blow, but there was no connection.

Instead, the heavy wooden desk chair smashed across the vampire's back. A loud crack as the chair shattered brought Enoch back to her senses. She kicked hard with both legs pushing the vampire off of her and into the waiting fists of Dean Winchester.

The chair to the back of the head had totally disoriented the vampire and it took him some time to retaliate. Dean used the opening to cause as much damage as possible punching as hard as he could to the face and body, but the vampire was stronger than him and once he connected a hit of his own, it pushed Dean back several steps. Seeing stars, he didn't notice the hands grabbing him around the shoulders, but he did notice the bathroom door as he was thrown through it.

As he came down, Dean's pistol fell from his waist band and skidded over the bathroom floor away from his grasp. But this was a vampire, so this wasn't a gun fight. It was a knife fight and Dean had one of those too. A big one. Right now he was painfully reminded of that fact as it jabbed him sharply under his arm. As he climbed to his feet, he retrieved the knife and its cold, silver blade glinted in the florescent light.

Picking his way over the ruined door, Dean came out into the main room where Enoch had managed to finally kick off the horrible shoes and gotten to her feet. The vampire faced her with a chair leg in his hands. He swung it with all his body weight behind, but Enoch simply caught it, yanked it from his grasp and almost lazily, back-handed him across the face with it. The blow spun him, but it was not hard enough to send him to the floor. As he stumbled away, she caught sight of Dean, knife in hand, and understood.

She choked up on the chair leg and using it like a bat swung directly at the vampire's knee. He fell to a crouch and with just two well practiced slashes Dean severed the vampire's head. The body thumped to the floor with a slight twitch. Breathing heavy, both Dean and Enoch backed away from the gathering pool of blood.

"You alright?" Dean asked.

"Yes, thank you. You?"

"Fantastic."

"I miss my shoes."

They decided that they would not be able to hide what they did, so it was best to leave as soon as possible. They took the stairs down and Enoch slipped back into the night club to switch clothes again with the girl still passed out in the lady's room. By the time they reached their own hotel room, they both had black eyes, Dean's looked far worse. Castiel was waiting for them and took a quite comical double take when they came through the door. They told him of the vampire encounter and he immediately placed his hand on Dean's forehead and healed him as good as new. Enoch was left with her black eye, but she didn't really mind. She couldn't heal herself, and Castiel would never get close enough to do it for her, but she would heal fast enough that it would be gone in a matter of hours.

"The good news is I found the demon," Castiel said holding up the coin. "His name is Conrad and is apparently held up in a farm house a few miles outside of town. Unfortunately, you were right Dean, it's the vampire nest as well and there are a lot of them."

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"It took longer than I thought for you to get back so I went there, looked around."

"I thought you said the spell would take a while."

"It did…" Castiel stared at Dean with a confused expression. Dean shook his head never minding the situation. He still didn't understand an angel's concept of time.

"Ok fine, how much is a lot?"

"I don't know. Fifty, maybe more."

Dean hesitated. "Fifty? Are you shitting me? That's just bullshit."

"Why?" Enoch asked. "Why does that make you upset?"

"Because that is a fucking lot of vampires. We're a little unprepared for this fight." He raked his hands through his hair trying to think clearly. This whole situation was quickly getting out of hand and was far too full of surprises. "Maybe Bobby can help, but it will take a couple of days for him to get here."

"It will be too late by then. Someone will find the body tomorrow or the next day and then the vampires will be on guard, or will move on."

"Alright uber angel, you got a plan?"

"Unfortunately no," She confessed. "I have only ever fought two things in this world and that are demons and humans. Anything else is beyond my experience. But you have gotten along for a very long time without the help of anyone except your brother. If he was here, and it was just the two of you, what would you do?"

"I don't know…" He paced the room. "Firebomb the house and then go in later to make sure everything is dead." He suddenly snapped his fingers and sat next to Enoch. "There's an idea. Use your angel powers and wipe out the house." She turned to him angrily.

"What?"

"You know rain down hell fire or something."

She threw herself to her feet and walked away crossing her arms over her chest. "I do not do that anymore."

"And it wouldn't matter if she did," Castiel could see a fight brewing between the two and thought defusing the situation would be best. "Taking the house and nest out in one blast will destroy the map if it's there."

"It is there." Enoch said firmly.

"Ok," Dean said. "We'll have to go to the house, watch it, and then once the vampires go to sleep and it quiets down, we'll go in. They sleep all day, so at least day light will be on our side. But I would just like it known that this situation blows."

Enoch looked at Castiel quizzically. She didn't understand Dean, but did not want to ask him, while in his current state, to clarify. Castiel just shook his head as if to tell her to let it go. Suddenly they both turned as if reacting to a loud, far off noise. They tilted their heads listening.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"Something is happening," Enoch said moving to the window.

"I have to go," Castiel said. He moved quickly gathering the materials he had used for the location spell. "I must return to Heaven. I will try to come back soon, but-"

"Yeah, yeah I know. You can't guarantee anything, right?" He did little to hide his annoyance. Castiel stopped his gathering and looked at him curiously. Dean didn't like that look. "What?"

"Sam's absence has made you a little needy." At that he continued what he was doing, but before he left he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and said, "Be careful. Try not to die while I'm gone."

"Yeah, same to you, I guess." Castiel was gone and Enoch and Dean were left staring at each other across the hotel room.

"That was a nice moment," She said sincerely.

"Shut up," He snarled, once again leaving her bewildered by his reaction.