The next night wasn't at all as beautiful as the one before. The clouds hovered thick above the town, threatening to create a storm any moment. Howling winds zipped through the town, causing old windows to rattle and trees to sway, bowing to the forces of nature. Dean cursed under his breath as he pulled his jacket tighter around himself, his shoulders raised as though he could shelter from the wind between them. This was not an optimal night for hunting, but they had little choice. Sam had at least been wise enough to at least put on a scarf, which he had tied comfortably around his neck, looking much more content with the situation than his brother. Following behind them, was Amy.

"I still don't get why the fuck she's coming with us." Dean threw a cold glance back at Amy. The girl didn't even seem to realize his displeasure; in fact, she seemed far too busy with enjoying the wind. Holding her scarf in both hands, she was smiling as the wind filled it like a tiny parachute.

"Stop that!" Dean hissed in a whisper as he snatched the scarf from her, shoving it into his pocket. "This is not some kind of game!" While it could still be considered a kind of whisper, his voice was loud enough to cut through the howling winds. Amy blinked and held up her hands with raised eyebrows before locking them together behind her back. Sam moved closer to his brother, leaning in closer to speak privately with him, throwing a glance or two back at the girl.

"Don't you think you're being a bit.. Harsh with her? She's only trying to help." Dean rolled his eyes as he let out a snort, looking up at Sam with a scowl. "Yeah, that's the problem. Remember when Jo wanted to help? It almost got her killed! And now, we're getting help from a girl who barely can swing a machete!" Sam frowned and glanced back at Amy before looking back at his brother. There seemed to be no changing his mind just yet, but he had to try. This much negativity could ruin the hunt.

"Okay, listen. I know it's not, ideal, but she could prove helpful. I mean, it's kind of like having a personal healer with us." Dean sucked in a deep breath through his nose before snorting, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "Cas could heal us just as good." Sam let out a light chuckle, giving a nod. "Yeah, but Cas has a tendency to zap away at the worst of times."

That was a statement that Dean really couldn't argue with. It was convenient to have a healer with them, who couldn't zap away at a whim. There were also the issues with angel warding, which they had run into several times. Castiel had been forced to remain outside several times when they had really needed his help, such as when they went to rescue the kid angel, Alfie. That day sucked, Dean thought to himself on a sigh.

"Hang on." The female voice of the unicorn made him frown as he turned his head to look at her. "What?" She had a current pose much like a dog that had spotted something, which made him raise his eyebrows and glance at Sam in a 'still think it's a good idea?' kind of way. Amy scrunched up her nose before running a hand through her hair, staring intently in a particular direction.

"It feels strange."

"Wow. What a wealth of information." Dean spoke with sarcasm dripping from his voice, but the unicorn just looked at him with a moment of confusion before looking back towards some buildings that were under construction.

"I think it's in there." Sam looked over at the buildings. They were surrounded by scaffolds and covered in tarp which was drumming violently in the wind.

"How do you know..?" Sam looked over at Amy. She didn't seem too sure, and the look on her face told him that was the case. It was as though she was trying to pinpoint something, but it kept slipping away.

"It's not.. Pain, but it's not a beacon of lies either.." She gave a tilted nod, gesturing hesitantly with her hands. "Well, it is pain, in a way, but it's more like..." Her hands circled each other as she tried to figure out what exactly it was she was sensing. "It's like the most intense, raw hunger, that is so ravaging that the body aches." There was nothing but confusion in her eyes as she raised her head, clearly, this was not something she sensed every day. Dean shifted his weight onto one leg as he unsheathed his machete, not looking as displeased with the situation anymore. There was even a twitch of a smile on his lips.

"What does that sound like, Sammie?" Sam had also removed his serrated machete from its sheath.

"It sounds like a very hungry newly turned vamp."


It was almost completely dark inside the not even halfway built building. A dim light from the street attempted to shine through the thick tarps, finding a tear here and there where it could fully stream into the darkness. It was a perfect hiding spot for a vampire, in fact, in a town like this, it was probably the only hiding spot, which could probably explain why it felt like it had no choice but to hunt and keep moving during the day, while construction was going on.

The brothers stepped lightly as they moved through the empty, raw interior of the first floor. They knew that the vampire most likely already knew of their presence, so they had to remain alert. As horrible as it had been, Dean's personal experience with being a newly turned vampire was incredibly useful. Now they did not deceive themselves and think they could sneak up on it, it could probably hear their blood from far away.

Dean had managed to convince Amy to stay outside. She had proven herself useful in finding the monster, but he did not need her getting in the way of the actual hunt. The unicorn was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, nervously looking at the building. Of course, her nervousness was on the behalf of the brothers, even though she would be able to tell if either of them got hurt.

"I'm sure they'll be fine. They are hunters, no?" She began speaking to herself, which was not entirely uncommon for her. After all, one gets tired of the silence. "I have read a hunters' journal, they are skilled, they know how not to get killed by a vampire." Nodding to herself, she smiled slightly. Yes, there was no way that two talented hunters would get themselves killed by a newborn vampire. But if she was so sure they would manage, then why did she find herself moving closer to the building?

Following a trail of dried blood on the concrete, the two hunters wandered through the building. So far they had seen nothing that looked like a vampire could be sleeping there, but they knew that it was there. They turned corner after corner, yet they seemed to be getting nowhere.

"This place it like a fucking maze!" Dean hissed through his teeth in an aggressive whisper, looking around cautiously. Sam agreed with nothing but a simple nod, even though he was fairly sure his brother wasn't even looking at him. He blinked and flicked the light of his flashlight over a dark figure on the floor that he had spotted. "Hey, check this out." Dean raised his eyebrows and turned around to look at the object on the floor, and the two moved closer to it. Sitting down on his heels, Dean picked up the filthy sneaker. It both looked and smelled like the owner of it had trekked through the wilderness for days on end, through mud and grime.

"Pleasant.. Well, it's a" Dean had no time to finish his sentence then Sam suddenly stumbled forward, the wheezing roar of a vampire echoing through the building. Instinctively he grabbed the vampire's head, which was far too close to his brothers' neck, trying to pry it off him. It had its arms locked under Sam's, keeping his arms spread out. Grunting, Sam squirmed to get out of the vampire's impossibly powerful grip, but it didn't seem like he was going anywhere. Just as that thought passed through his mind, the vampire threw himself off Sam, most likely after having seen the machete Dean was aiming at it. Stumbling forward, Sam turned around to roll his shoulders, loosening them up after the rough treatment, blade in hand.

"You okay, Sammie?" Dean called out, throwing quick glances at his brother. "Yeah, I'm fine!" That was all he needed to hear. Just as Dean was about to basically launch himself at the vampire in an attack, a blueish white light pierced through it, causing it to wail and writhe in excruciating pain. As soon as the strange blade was pulled out of the vampire, it slumped down onto the ground, its eyes wide open. Amy looked down at it, blinking in confusion before looking over at the two hunters, who seemed equally uncertain of what just happened.

"I really didn't think that would work."