Here's Chapter 4:

"First person to chop that thing's head off owes the other." Dean said pointing at her with the tip of his machete.

"You're on." Sam said without taking his eyes off the blood covered woman. He carefully walked over to her right while Dean to the left. They made sure keep their distance yet keep her trapped. They also made sure not to be cornered themselves. Her eyes followed Dean but she was careful not to keep her back on Sam. Her fangs had retreated and, ignoring the blood, she looked almost like a normal middle aged human. Dean almost saw the worry in her eyes.

Her gaze went to the machete in his hands. "What are you doing?" she asked confused as if she had just woken up disoriented. She looked at Sam with his axe. "Who are you?" Her gaze than went to the dead body in front of her and her expression changed to that of shock as if she just realized what she had done.

"It's alright." Dean said trying to lure her closer. "We're not going to hurt you."

She kept her eyes on them. "Who are you?" she asked again, looking at Dean and this time adding a little more power in her voice. Suddenly she heard a blade come down and she flashed to her right just on time to see Sam holding the axe down to the ground where she was standing. Sudden anger flared through her. They want to kill me, she thought.

"Sam how the hell did you miss that!" Dean yelled.

Sam pulled the axe out of the ground. "Sorry Dean, I forgot how fast they move."

Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. Suddenly they both went quiet when they heard a growl. Both men turned their heads at once to see the woman's eyes turn blood red and veins below them, a grayish color, coming out of her skin. Her fangs were out over more and her lips pulled over revealing them.

"What the ****?" Dean yelled. He had never seen anything like it.

In a flash the woman was on top of Dean with him on the ground. She was trying to bite down on his neck. He held her back with both his hands until he realized he could do it anymore. She was too strong. Her red eyes bore down on him and with each second her fangs got closer.

"Sam!" Dean yelled. Abruptly, the woman fell lifelessly on top of Dean, her head no longer there but just a neck with blood spewing out. He threw the body off and saw Sam standing there with a blood covered axe. "What, you were taking your sweet time, or something?"

Dean asked. Sam extended his arm to pull Dean off the ground. "Kind of wanted to see what happened." Sam said.

Dean glared at Sam and then took his arm and pulled himself up to his feet. He looked down on his leather jacket which was now red with vampire blood. "Ugh." He groaned. About five feet away he saw where the woman's head had landed. "Just for that, you get to take care of the head." He ordered Sam.

"What? Why?"

"For being a smart ass." Dean replied.

Sam swung his axe over his shoulder and began walking towards the disembodied head.

"What the hell was that anyways?" Dean asked. He walked over to the body and stared down at it. To his surprise, it began turning gray. "This thing is not a vampire."

"Well it has fangs and drinks blood." Sam replied. He tapped the head of the woman with the tip of his axe. "It has to be."

"Yeah but what was up with the freaky eyes?" Dean said picking up the hand of the body and dragging it towards the car.

"Could it be some other type?" Sam suggested.

"You mean a glorified, red eyed version of our traditional vamps, well that's stupid!"

Sam picked up the head by her black hair and brought it to where Dean had dragged the body. "Well if it's some evolved version with red eyes, what other powers does it have?" he asked.

Bonnie had just hung up the phone. She had asked Caroline specific questions of where her mother could have possibly gone but it was clear that Caroline didn't know. How could her mother do this to her, just abandon her like that all over again? She felt anger and sadness all at the same time rush into her. She wanted to explode, but at who? She was practically alone in this world now. Even her friends do nothing but use her to their every advantage. She was truly alone. Bonnie needed to get out of her house. She had to be outside right now. She needed fresh air. She ran to the door and swung it open, rushing out. The gust of wind hit her face and her power surged through her veins violently, wanting to be used. She ran away from her house and down the streets. The clacking of her heals was the only sound that echoed. These streets were empty. She continued running.

Caroline walked down the street towards Bonnie's house. She was worried about her friend. Bonnie needed moral support and that's what Caroline was there for. As she got half way there, she saw suddenly two men beside a very tacky and old fashioned car. They were talking about something as well as dragging something along. Caroline stopped in her tracks. They didn't notice her yet. She tucked her hair around her ear and listened to their conversation with her sensitive ears.

"What do you mean burn it? Sam, we kind of don't want to attract attention! Who knows how many others are out there. You know how these things like to defend their nests." One of them said.

"Look, we don't know much about it. What if it comes back to life or something? If we want to take these things down we can't have this one come back to life to warn the rest before hand." The other said.

What are they talking about? Caroline thought.

"Fine let's go put the body were we can keep an eye on it."

The other man nodded his head.

Body? Caroline carefully snuck behind the car in front of her to get a better look. The taller man picked up the head of the corpse and threw it into the trunk. Caroline saw just a glimpse of the face but it was enough to turn her pale. Abby.

Bonnie turned the block and walked through yet another street. She didn't particularly know where she was going, but she found it hard to stop. Just at the end of the street she saw two men rummaging through the back of an old styled car. She hadn't seen them before so she walked closer.

Caroline went rigid as ice when, right there, at the end of the street, she saw Bonnie coming. "No, no, no" she whispered to herself. "Bonnie can't see this." In a flash Caroline went around the block to avoid contact with the men, and reached the other end of the street to where Bonnie was. Caroline quickly grabbed Bonnie's wrist and pulled her back, away from the men.

Dean got into his car while Sam finished with the body. Just at the end of the street he saw two figures.

"Dean." Sam called him.

He turned to Sam. "What?"

"Let's go." Sam said getting into the car.

Dean turned back to the corner to see the two gone.

"Caroline?" Bonnie yelled. She had startled her by yanking her arm so suddenly.

"Bonnie don't go there." Caroline said with a look of plea. She had pulled Bonnie out of sight from the car and the two guys.

"What, why?" Bonnie asked.

"No, just come away from there." Caroline said. She continued tugging at Bonnie's arm but making sure not to hurt her.

"Caroline stop!" Bonnie yelled.

Caroline did.

"Tell me what's there." Bonnie said looking into her eyes.

Caroline took in a deep breath. She had to be strong and a very confident liar right now, which around Bonnie was extremely hard. "Bonnie, it's the two guys, they," Caroline held the tears back. "I think they are dangerous, you need to get out of here."

Bonnie looked at Caroline for another couple of seconds. It's as if she was searching her friend. When she finally seemed convinced she nodded her head and walked the opposite way with Caroline.

Dean had locked the remains of the body into a wooden trunk and hid it under a dumpster behind their motel room. He needed to be damn sure that that thing wasn't coming back to life. He made his way back to his room to see Sam on his laptop. "What did you find?" he asked.

Sam shook his head, not taking his eyes off the laptop. "All cultures have their own legends right, and vampirism is legend that circled the entire globe for centuries. They were all the same in terms of the blood sucking bit, but there are little details that make each legend unique."

"So…"

"There are the traditional versions in European cultures, fangs and blood but looks human. There are some Asian cultures where it's the same concept, except for the human looking part."

"Not seeing where our peeps fit into this." Dean said impatiently.

Sam raised his hand to stop him. "Then there are the North and South American civilizations who believed that there creatures that were able to do more than just have super speed and strength."

Dean sat on the opposite bed to where Sam was and leaned in now interested.

"They say these vampires had the power to influence the human mind when they are both at a conscious and unconscious state. That's how they lured them."

"Wait, what do you mean influence, like hypnotizing their victims?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded.

"They had that in Europe too though, didn't they?" Dean asked recalling all those Dracula movies.

"Well yes, but those images first arrived to Europe after the 'new world' was discovered." Sam said.

"So they are this different type of creature, still somehow linked to the vampires that we know, by their ancestral roots, yet with psychic abilities that originated with the natives?" Dean asked.

"That's what I'm guessing."

"Okay great, how do we kill them?" Dean asked.

"I have no idea, but I did look into this town's history."

"And what did you find?"

"That it's a heck of a town, Dean."

"Why?"

"Well for starters there are a dozen murders, disappearances, and witch hunts meaning being burnt alive. There are also legends of this town having its own secret council."

"And,"

"I'm guessing it was to fight against these vamps." Sam suggested. "The last big fire was at the church in 1864, held by the council themselves."

"So you're telling me that at one point in history this town built it's own underground cult to kill off these vampires but somehow, today they seize to exist even though the vampires are still roaming around?"

Sam nodded.

"And we know nothing about how to protect ourselves from them and their freaky mind control."

Sam nodded again. "What are we going to do?" he asked.

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do." Dean said sternly. "I'm gonna get me a beer, I'm pooped from all this 'not knowing'."

Sam rolled his eyes.

Caroline had dropped Bonnie off to her house and was now at the front door of the Salvatore boarding house. She began banging at it viciously. Damon finally opened it. "What?" he asked annoyed by how late it was.

"Abby is dead!" Caroline yelled.

"Wait, what, I thought she left town?" Damon asked.

Stefan came downstairs looking at Caroline's worried face.

Caroline wiped away her tears. "No she's dead!"

"Abby? How?" Stefan asked.

"I don't know…these…these two guys, I just saw them with her…dead body." Caroline said stuttering.

"Two guys?" Stefan repeated.

"Ah damn!" Damon said holding his forehead.

A/N:

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I am officially very determined to make this story worth while so I have made it my mission to re-watch the the entire Supernatural series from season 1. I had actually stopped watching after season 5 and now I want to go back so I can write the characters of Supernatural right!

I've been going through alot of Dean moments as well because I really want to get his attitude and behavior properly in my fic. I know it's just Dean and Sam right now but have patients!

Oh and sorry about the dirty language part, can't write Dean without it.:) so pls excuse that hehe. But i did try to "filter it" :P

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-BBS