(10:30 p.m., St. Mary's Hospital Car Park, North Michigan)

A man pulled out his keys to unlock a Red Cross transport truck. He hopped in the front seat and started the engine, but while the engine roared he heard some movement in the back. He turned around to see where the noise came, and was jumped by three shady figures, who dragged him to the back of the car. He couldn't clearly see their faces but he did see the rows of sharp teeth right in front of him snarl ,while the other two held him down. He saw the teeth move suddenly in his direction and felt white hot pain at the side of his neck and bleed out.

(Random motel 1:46 a.m.)

Sam quietly walked inside the motel room because Dean was still asleep. This soon became pointless when the wind blew the door shut with a loud slam. Sam looked over at Dean, who still lay comatose face down on the bed. Sam shrugged and faded to worrying about waking Dean. Sam had just come back from the library, illegally of course; there are no libraries open at one a.m. He had found a case where a guy in North Michigan had been brutally murdered and bled to death and all the blood from the van was stolen.

Sam got up to get a beer from the fridge and turned on the light in the room and went back to do more research on the case. He heard a quiet moan in the corner where Dean slept.
His voice was muffled by the pillow that his face was planted in, "You do know I'm awake don't you?"
"I do now." Sam couldn't help but smirk a little.
"And that the lights on?"
"Yeah, I turned it on." Sam couldn't really pull off the smart-ass attitude but he enjoyed annoying Dean. "Yeah, awesome, just checking." Dean rolled over and got out of bed resisting to hit Sam on the back of his head. "So what do you got?" Dean asked, noticing a bunch of bloody pictures on Sam's screen. "Man bleeds to death and truck completely robbed."
"Of what?" Dean asked, also getting a beer from the fridge.
"Blood. It was a Red Cross transportation truck."
"Well, it's got to be vamps, right?"
"Yeah, that's what my money's on. It's only an overnight drive from here so I say we leave in the morning."

"Sounds like a plan."

(St. Mary's Hospital, Crime Scene 8:23 p.m.)

Sam took a look in the back of the truck and, as expected, it was covered in blood.
"So when was the body found?" Sam asked the nearby officer who was clearly a newbie- his face was pale white with fear as he looked in the truck. "Umm...about three hours after it happened. One of the nurses found him when she came for her night shift-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before he ran around the side of the truck to throw up. "Thanks yeah." Sam waved at the poor guy and pulled out his phone to call Dean at the morgue. "Hey Dean, find anything?"
"No doubt it's a pack of vamps, the guy completely bled out and the bite on his neck, definitely vampire."
"Yeah alright, well I'll pick up some dinner on my way and I'll meet you at the motel?"
"Oh yes, I'm starving."
"Yeah, you're the only one." Sam said looking over at the newbie officer. Dean just shrugged and hung up.

(Random Motel 9:49 p.m.)

Dean was watching TV when he looked at his watch and realized it had been about an hour and half

since he last talked to Sam, and in a town of only three-hundred and fifty-four people it can't have

been too far to the next fast food chain. Dean picked up his phone and tried to call Sam but there

was no answer. He grabbed his jacket and went out to look for him- he knew something was up.

He drove around to all the fast food restaurants showing Sam's picture to see if anyone had seen

him. Finally he found a 'Biggersons' that had seen him come in. Dean ran outside and saw the car

that Sam had stolen. "Again really Sam?" This was the second time that he'd been kidnapped by

vampires. He saw a spill on the floor next to the car. Immediately he knew exactly what it was.

"Sam you sneaky genius." It was exhaust from a car; Sam had punctured the exhaust pipe of the car

he was taken in. Dean started following the trail and it lead him to an old factory.

(Meanwhile... Old Factory 9:49 p.m.)

Sam finally woke up after being knocked out in the truck. His white business shirt was already ripped

and covered in blood. "Well there is no way I'm getting the deposit back on this suit." The first

vampire standing in front of him hit him across the face with the back of his hand. "No one accepts

friendly conversation from someone tied to a chair." Sam could afford to be a smart-ass with these

guys; they only had his hands tied and he could undo them in seconds if need be. He decided to see

what the vampires wanted before he got out of there. "So Sam, I believe you have something of

ours..." He looked around to the other two vampires standing behind him. "I am so sorry about that,

I'll give it back." He started off sarcastically. "Well as soon as I know what it is."

"Don't play around with us; where is our father?" He clearly was not happy.

"The alpha? Wow I have no idea, I haven't seen him since Crowley took him."

"Don't lie to me Winchester!"

"Look I wish I was lying but we lost him to Crowley months ago."

"Oliver-" One of the other vampires tried to say something in the background but was interrupted

when he put his hand up behind him clearly frustrated.

"So Oliver, I have no issue if you want to go after Crowley, I'll help actually."

"I heard you worked with him. Where did he take our father, Sam?"

"I don't know." Oliver hit Sam again in the head and cut his forehead.

"I don't! But believe me I would love to find out."

"We did not bring you Winchesters here for an 'I don't know', we need answers before you get to

leave."

"You brought us here? That's why you killed the truck driver?"

"Well that's why we made a big deal of it, yeah."

Sam heard the roaring engine of the Impala despite all the cars outside on the highway.

Oliver and the other vampires turned to talk to each other about what to do with Sam. Sam couldn't

help but smirk a little because he knew that the other vampires would have no idea that that was

Dean's car. Taking this moment of opportunity, he untied himself and ran out to the Impala,

approaching Dean hurriedly. "Hey." Sam said running straight past Dean to the back of the car where

he pulled out a machete. "Hey?" Dean watched his half beaten brother run past him with a machete

in one hand ready to go kill a nest of vampires.

Dean grabbed his machete and ran in after him. As soon as Dean stepped inside, one of the vampires

came from the side but without so much as a thought, he swung his machete and cut its head clean

off. Sam had just got the other vampire and there was just Oliver left. Dean marched straight up to

him but Sam came in from behind and pushed his knife into Oliver's back in order to hold him in

place while Dean took one last swing, and again another clean cut. As Oliver's body fell to the

ground, Sam and Dean just looked at each other and shrugged. "So where's dinner?" Dean asked

playfully.

Sam laughed, "We can get some on the way back."

"What are we going to do with you? This is the second time you've been kidnapped." Sam just shook

his head. Pushing Dean to the exit.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."