"You have no sense of balance bro, what is the matter with you?" Dean said helping Sam up.
"B, bu, but that's them!" Sam spluttered in shock, "They are 3 of them anyway" he said wide eyed at what he saw. Dean turned to look where his brother's eyes were focused. But no one was there. "But I saw them and some other stuff that I was more than likely not meant to see!" Sam tried to explain in a hurry, surprised still at what he had seen.
"What do ya mean you saw?" Dean rounded on him "I thought all that was over, you weren't getting that any more?" his said through gritted teeth.
"It comes and goes, it's not like I can turn it off" Sam tried to explain, but there was no real sense trying to talk to him now, not in this mood.
"Dammit Sam" Dean said striding back to the car. "I need a drink" he said bluntly.
Edward rubbed his shoulder where it touched the hunter. That was strange, he'd never heard more than thoughts before like that. He'd seen the hunter's thoughts and a few memories to boot. It seemed he needed contact for that to happen, and so far it had only happened like that with the hunter, all the same it had him very unsettled. His first reaction was to get Bella and Renesmee to safety. He would have run quicker, but that would have drawn unnecessary attention to themselves.
Dean sent Sam to the hotel, anywhere that wasn't near him. The bar wasn't as seedy as some he'd usually frequented, but the line of loggers at the bar made him feel that little bit more at home. If they started playing some teeny bopper music however he'd have to split. He had a reputation to uphold after all.
As he stepped inside and headed toward the bar, a cute chick, tiny and pixie like with fair skin was walking out, and on passing Dean she shot him a sly smile and said in a trill voice "Don't trip" and continued on her way out. Dean turned to look for an explanation to this and seeing as he wasn't getting one, kept walking, a confused look on his face, he soon noticed however the most gorgeous blonde he'd ever seen. Long blonde hair, fair skin, hazel eyes, tall. He lost his train of thought and the function of his limbs and tripped down the single step down to the bar. He fell head first into 3 loggers and spilt their drinks.
He had put his hands out to ease the fall, but his hands landed some place he knew immediately was not the timber bar.
"Sorry, sorry" he said with a nervous grin, "I'll pay for that" and he stood with a sheepish look, grateful the men didn't seem to want to pulverize him. They just shot angry looks at him and continued at their drinks.
The blonde was gone. 'Dammit' he thought, there was no point hanging around now. He bought a case of beer and dragged his sorry ass to the hotel room, where Sam had made some progress on his research at least.
"You'd better have something good for me, if I can't disinfect my hands enough I'll just have to cut them off" Dean shuddered.
"I think I do, you know our little outbursts in the hospital, and my weird connection with that guy in the street. I've been looking more into those Quileute legends, and it's surprising how much info they have on them. You know they believe they descend from wolves and it's their job to protect their tribes from the 'cold ones'. Traditionally the cold ones drink blood, what we know as vampires, but some seem to have heightened characteristics, in the hospital, seems they can mess with our minds, and in the street, they can read our minds!" Sam said a little surprised himself at this coven.
"I think there's a little more than that" Dean said, it dawning on him. "In the bar, I think there is at least two other females, and I have a pretty good feeling one can see the future" Dean said sarcastically "This is perfect, all we need, but who's the leader?" he said biting his lip. That one he admitted had him stumped. "So how many do we make it now?" Dean asked Sam, now opening a bottle and sculling it fast.
"Well, there's the two at the bar as you say, the three on the street, and there had to be one at the hospital" Sam counted on his fingers "This is a pretty big one Dean, there's only two of us".
"We've had worse" Dean shrugged.
"But it's the eyes I don't get, usually they should be red, these were golden" Sam said leaning back on his chair and chewing on a pencil.
"Maybe we got a new breed?" Dean shuddered at the idea "I say lets go back to the hospital, what if the one that was there when we were there is still there? I mean, they got a healthy supply of blood there after all? Just hold still and I'll brain ya one" Dean said readying his fist.
"No way man, you ain't coming an inch near me!" Sam replied quickly getting up out of his chair and moving toward the wall, his hands out ready in defence.
"Comon, won't hurt, I'll go easy on you. We need an excuse to get in there" Dean said, starting to dance back and forth on the spot as if ready for a punch up.
"How about I shoot your foot!" Sam threatened.
"Dude! These are my favourite, had em for like 3 years!" Dean exclaimed, indignant his brother had no sense of style or comfort.
"Well take your shoes off then!" Sam pointed out.
"No one is shooting anyone," Dean said angrily. It didn't matter, punches were starting to be thrown, Jasper was inadvertently helping the two in their mission. Emmett had just asked him to get them in a row, 'done deal' Jasper had said and a fifty dollar note had exchanged hands. Lucky the women were out hunting, Renesmee included, Alice wouldn't be aware of the illegal and unethical happenings across town.
Sam and Dean approached the hospital, bruised, black eyes and a few gashes that would need to be attended too. The nurse at the desk saw them and said dryly "I don't think I want to know do I?" as she handed them forms to fill in.
Dean smiled through the purple on his face "He threatened to put Mariah Carey in my cd player" and he winced as a cut on his lip opened up again.
Sam gave a swift kick to Deans ankle and glared at him "He doesn't mean that" he said softly.
"I don't care, just take a seat and the doctor will be with you soon" she said and got up presumably to get the doctor or prattle to the other nurses.
Sam and Dean seemed to be sitting there for ages. Curiosity was getting the better of them. Dean leant forward, there was no one in the hallway, and no footsteps were coming. He stood, stretched and walked casually down the hall.