Me: Hey guys! This is now my main story now!

John: I just want to go on a hunt. Jeez.. Let me go on a hunt...

Me: Shh! *Hits with season three case of Supernatural* Don't ruin the chappie for them!

Dean: I thought this story was about me? What happened to that?

Me: You are the main character and this story is about you. Now just calm your tits, and let me write the chapter.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this story as it continues. I plan to throw many different things out there. John got away too easy last chapter didn't he?

Enjoy!

(John's P.o.V.)

The humans began to panic shortly after I cut Tiffany's head off. Tracy and I tried to calm them down, but they wouldn't listen. After about fifteen minutes of listening to their complaints I broke down and told them, "Just calm down, alright?! Don't try to say I'm lying when I say this because I'm sure you all saw her drink blood at some point or another, but Tiffany," I lightly kick her dead body, "she was a vampire." They all gasp and start talking among themselves. Tracy simply nods in agreement.

A guy with short shaggy fire engine red hair speaks up, "Vampires don't exist. Everybody knows that. You should know that. Unless of course.." He trails off and stares at me like I'm crazy. "Unless you are insane."

I simply shake my head, "The only way to take care of a vampire is to behead it. Do you want proof that she is one?" The man starts to shake his head, but everyone around him are nodding. I lean down and place my fingers on her lips. Taking one last glance around the humans confirms that they still want me to show them. I ease her mouth open slowly and then press gently above the small holes in her gums. Long, sharp vampire teeth slide over her human ones. I hear the people behind me gasp and Tracy whoop, "Awesome!"

I take my hands away, and her teeth slowly slide back into place. When I turn to the people behind me, they look terrified. The man speaks up, "You mean... That vampires are actually real?" I nod quickly as Tracy smiles like an idiot.

"Man, did you not see her teeth?" Tracy drops down next to the head and tries to get the teeth to come back out.

The man looks at the people around him, "I don't know about you guys... But, I'm going back to my cage. I felt safer down there." The others around him nod. It doesn't take them too long before they are descending back downstairs. Now it was just Tracy and me.

She looks at me, and to be honest, I was surprised she was able to take her eyes off the head. "Where to now, boss?"

I shrug and look around the room, "We should look around for anymore vampires. She probably has a mate somewhere in this house. If we don't find anyone, we will leave this place."

She nods quickly, "Sounds good!" I take a look around the room until I find something to behead things with. My eyes land on shovel, and I run over to it.

"You may need this later."

(Dean's P.o.V.)

I pull into the town of Charlotte, North Carolina. Having already mapped it out, I headed towards a cafe' in the middle of town. The streets were alive with people. The traffic was heavy. My fingers tapped the steering wheel as I waited for the car ahead of me to move. When I start rolling down the window to yell at the person, the car jerks suddenly and rushes around the corner. I sigh and grip the wheel as I speed off.

In a few minutes I'm sitting outside of the cafe' looking in. The bright neon sign reads, "Cindy's West Side Cafe'!" In smaller letters underneath, "Welcome Friends!" Letting out a short sigh, I get out of my baby. I walk inside to find eyes glaring in my direction. The waitress stops in front of me on the way to another customer and tells me that they do that with everyone. I just nod and join two guys at the bar.

I decide to strike up a conversation leading to finding where my father was, "Hello gentlemen." They growl in return as a woman comes out of the kitchen.

"Howdy, darling. What can I get you today?" She gives me a smile showing off yellow-orange teeth. Her hair was a natural red color twisted up into a bun. She wore an apron over a red plaid t- shirt. She was a potato of a woman, but on the bright side, she was really sweet. I tell her that I just want a cheeseburger and fries.

I try again with the two men, "How you guys doing today?"

Daggers get sent my way as they reply, "Boy, what are you trying to do?"

I shrug, "I need some information. A friend of mine told me to come in here and ask you two fellas."

They exchange glances, "Fellas? Fellas? What fucking right do you have to call us fellas?!" The man closest to me stands up, giving me a good look at him. He had a grey, shaggy beard with hardly any air on his head. His eyes were a darker blue but held fire deep within. He wore torn up jeans and a jean jacket. Pointed black shoes stuck out under the legs of his pants.

I held up my hands, "I'm just trying to make some friendly conversation. While we are on the topic, I'm looking for some friends of mine. They live here. They had been saying something about people disappearing and when I tried to get a hold of them, they disappeared too."

Shaggy looks at his friend behind him, who shrugs. He sits back down on his bar stool slowly and when he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper, "This is what I know on the disappearances."

(Tracy's P.o.V.)

John stands in front of the last bedroom, armed. We had visited all eight rooms of the house and found nothing so far. This was the last room that we had not checked yet, and if nobody was in it, we were basically home free. The hunter in front of me nods in my direction, giving me a warning. He mouths, "Three... Two... One!" Next thing I know, the door slams against the wall and John rushes inside of the room. When I run in after him, a look around the room reveals that nothing was in the room.

I let out a huge sigh of relief, "At least we are free for now."

John looks at me, tell you what, this man was fearless, "I don't think we are quite out of the woods yet." He takes another swipe around the room, finds nothing, and takes off towards the way we came. Before too long we are back at the entrance to the basement.

I speak up as he opens the door, "What are we doing?

"Checking to see if any of the regular's want to come with us." I shake my head as we began the descent down the stairs. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was a voice yelling at me not to go down there. Yet, I still follow the man down the steps to the nightmare below. I regret every step, and when we reach the bottom, it takes every fiber of being not to run back up the stairs. John looks around the rows of cages and stops dead in his tracks when he finds that had been free had locked themselves back inside their prisons.

He looks over his shoulder at me, "I need your help motivating them. Hopefully some of them will join us." I nod and turn towards the cages. Raising my arms, I start yelling at the people in the cages. I give them words of encouragement and promises of better lives, but they sit in their cages and refuse to leave. John is working at the other end of the room, but at some point, he gives up too. He comes over to me and spots the man who spoke to us earlier. "You," he pointed to the man with the red hair, "did you say something to the rest of them to scare them?"

He tips his head back and laughs, "Of course I told them! Was I not suppose to?" The look in his eyes is pure hatred with a glimmer of fear. The fear is replaced by hope when John leans in.

John just glares at the man and hisses under his breath, "You scared them half to death. I hope you know that, man." He turns to me, "Let's go, Tracy. We got to get out of here." I nod as he turns around and rushes up the stairs. In a few minutes, we are ready to leave. We no more than take a few feet out of the house and we hear a growl. Soon after it amplifies. John groans loudly and turns around. I do the same.

Standing before us are two women and three men. The stood a man and woman in back, same for another set, and another man in front. The leader of the pack spoke up first, "Nice try escaping, but," he clicks his tongue as his fangs slide over his pearly whites, "you aren't getting out of here anytime soon, Johnny boy!" With the last word, he attacked.

John: I hate you...

Me: I can't let you escape too easily now can I?

Dean: Where are you keep my father at?

Me: Shut up! I'm watching you kick ass! Shh! *Watches an Episode of Supernatural while I write*

Anyway, I'm sorry about the late chapter. I was away from the computer and I really didn't have much time to write this last week. I hope you guys can forgive me.

I would love to see what you guys are thinking! All comments, questions, and requests are always welcome! Thank you guys!

~See Ya Soon!