Night Prowler

by astridloker

Each chapter in this series follows Sam and Dean on original hunts from Season 1 to 9. Rated M for sexual content and graphic violence. Follows existing canon. Sam and Dean go to San Diego, where reports of healthy women falling into comas have made the news. They end up collaborating with one of the victims, who gradually undergoes a major lifestyle change to become a hunter.

7. Die Die My Darling

Die Die My Darling | 93

Synopsis: After having to watch Sam put down Werewolf-Madison, Dean is hesitant to chase down another werewolf in Florida. When they go, they run into some familiar faces, and it's not a welcome reunion.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction using characters from CW's Supernatural. I am not affiliated with CW nor do I claim ownership of any part of Supernatural. The story I tell here is my own invention, and it is not purported to be canon.

Song credits: Misfits - Die Die My Darling, Solomon Linda - The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Tom Jones - What's New Pussycat

Note: This chapter takes place in Season 2 sometime after Episode 18, probably in late April 2007.

Supernatural

Chapter 7

"Die Die My Darling"

The Road So Far...

After Sam was possessed by Meg, Bobby gave Sam, Dean, and Andy each anti-possession charms to protect them, which was an encircled five point star.

As soon as they sat down in the car to leave the salvage yard, Sam held it up thoughtfully. "We should take this to the nearest tattoo parlor. That way we can't lose it."

Dean grinned, a little surprised by the suggestion but fully supportive of it. "Where should we get it?"

Sam shrugged, "Back of the shoulder?"

"Just don't do it somewhere douchey like your neck," Andy interjected.

"How about on our chest?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at them both for feedback.

"Works for me," Sam said.

"Matching tattoos. You guys are so cute," Andy grinned.

Dean looked at her through the rearview mirror, "You're getting one too."

"I know I should, but I'm afraid of needles," she said, turning the charm in her hand.

"Tsk," Dean said disappointedly, "You'd be even sexier with a tattoo."

"You guys go first so I can work up the courage."

"You can face down an incubus, vampires, and ghosts, but you need to work up the courage to face a needle?" Sam smiled, looking over his shoulder at her.

"Hey, I don't let vampires or ghosts stab me repeatedly for an hour."

Dean laughed, and Sam reassured her, "It'll be fine, Andy."

"You guys have to sit with me and talk me through it to distract me," she said.

"I'll be there waiting for you with the alcohol," Dean offered.

"What if we raid a dentist's office for some topical anesthetic?"

Sam shook his head, "Let's just get it over with."

Andy smiled sheepishly, "You know, I'm getting kind of excited now."

When they found a clean and trustworthy looking tattoo parlor, they showed the artist their charms and he created the stencil that they would all use.

"Can you add flames around it?" Dean asked.

"Sure," the artist said and drew out a template. "How's this?"

"That's a little fancy. Hey, Sammy, why don't you do it?" he looked at the artist and gave an apologetic smile, "No offense."

"You seriously want me to draw something that we're going to have permanently attached to us?" Sam said in disbelief. He wasn't sure he wanted to see his own handiwork on his skin. The rolling flames the artist drew were definitely overkill, but he was sure he could tone it down if they asked.

The artist handed him the pen. "Have at it."

Sam sighed and took the pen and started sketching the flames around the pentacle. "Why are we adding flames to it, anyway?"

Dean shrugged. "Consider it my 'I heart Mom' tattoo."

"Mom..." Sam paused and smiled ruefully. "Yeah." He thought of her enveloped in flames when he met her at their house, when she protected them from the poltergeist by sacrificing herself. It was a good homage to her. But now he felt worse about his simplistic design.

Andy peered around Sam's arm to look at it. "Should I get it without the flames, then? That seems awfully personal..."

"Well, it would mean less stabbing," Sam shrugged.

"You can get it either way, Andy. My mom would have loved you though," he winked at her. She was sold. She wanted the flames now too. She might not have shared their history with the fire, but they were her family.

Dean sat in the chair first and tried not to wince in front of Andy. He'd always wanted a tattoo but never bothered to get one until now, and it hurt more than he expected it to, at first anyway. After the first few minutes, he stopped paying attention to the needle vibrating against his skin.

"I'll be right back," Sam said, standing up and walking outside to make a phone call in private. He dialed Jo.

Jo looked at her phone and saw Sam's name on the caller ID. She debated letting it go to voice mail, wondering if he was still possessed or not. She knew she should let it go, but she hit the Talk button instead of End Call. "I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Wait, don't hang up," Sam pleaded. "Jo, I'm so sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck and started pacing. "You know that wasn't me, right? I would never..." He took a deep breath, "I'd never say those things to you or hurt you like that."

"I know it wasn't you," she said, her voice gentle with an angry undertone, "and I really don't know if it's still not."

He knew there was no way to prove otherwise, except maybe to have Dean vouch for him, but he didn't want to bring him into it. He swallowed hard, "Okay... I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I really am. And those things the demon made me say, I didn't mean them."

"I appreciate the apology... but I still can't trust what you say. Bye, Sam." Jo hung up and leaned back against the bar. She wanted to believe it was the real Sam, but after her ordeal, she didn't want to let her guard down.

When she hung up, Sam sighed ruefully and walked back into the tattoo parlor. He was up next, then he and Dean would have to talk Andy through hers.

Now...

Thunk.

Sam picked up the phone, surprised when it rang out on the bedside table next to him. "Hello? Oh... I think it might just be the TV. I'll turn it down. Sorry."

Thunk. Thunk.

"Dean."

Dean was throwing knives at a dartboard with a crudely drawn picture of the yellow eyed demon on it.

Thunk.

"Dean!" Sam raised his voice.

"What?! You're messing up my concentration!"

"They're going to throw us out if you keep that up."

Andy rolled over in bed and grabbed the remote control to turn the TV on. "I thought we were the only ones here."

"Apparently not. They must have put someone next door because we got a noise complaint."

"Lame." Andy turned the volume up on the TV.

"Uh... Andy," Sam cleared his throat. "That's kinda loud."

"Are you kidding me?"

Dean plucked the knives out of the dart board and rolled them up in their sleeves before lying down beside Andy on the bed. He leaned over and whispered, "We should go get the room on the other side of these new neighbors and give them a real noise problem." Andy smirked and turned her head to kiss his lips.

Sam had been browsing online news articles for the past hour. He didn't like what he found. "Guys. I've been doing some reading. Bodies are piling up in Miami with missing hearts. It's been a full moon the last few days. I think we're looking at a werewolf."

"You know, Florida is full of those voodoo types. It's probably just some drug war or something," Dean said. He wasn't sure if Sam was ready to hunt down another werewolf so soon after having to put Madison down only four weeks earlier in San Francisco. Their trip to the set of Hell Hazers II in Los Angeles a few days ago was probably more distracting for Dean than it was therapeutic for Sam.

"Yeah, but it's still worth looking into. Besides, it looks like the victims were middle class white males."

"What if it's an old grizzled were' that went there to retire?" Andy chimed in.

Dean grinned, "An old, retired werewolf? Think he has someone chew the hearts for him?"

"Maybe. He could have bitten his caretaker."

Sam looked at them in disbelief, "We all agree it's worth checking out, right?"

Dean slipped his arm around Andy and stuck the other under the cold side of the pillow. "Yeah, hell, maybe we'll get lucky and it really is an old werewolf with a walker."

Andy scoffed, "Now you're adding in a walker. I like to think a werewolf would at least use one of those electric scooter things."

Sam chuckled, "Do werewolves actually deteriorate with age? I mean, if they can't be killed by anything other than silver to the heart-" He realized he'd been sucked into an absurd discussion, but now he wanted to do research on the aging of werewolves and shapeshifters. Madison had been a child like any human. Maybe old age could do them in slowly like it did humans. "They're not immortal, as far as I know."

"You sure you want to do this?" Dean asked finally.

"I'm fine, Dean," Sam insisted.

He started channel surfing. "Well, it's already the middle of the night, so let's head out first thing in the morning to hunt down this geriatric werewolf."

Andy poked him, "Hey, maybe we can check out Disney World while we're there." Dean looked like he was considering it. He'd never been there, and he knew when they were kids, Sammy wanted to go.

The next morning, Dean drove with Sam and Andy across the country to the city of magic. They pulled into the Seven Seas Motel to change into their suits. The room had salmon colored walls with copper fish decorations mounted against them, turquoise colored curtains, gray carpets, and old lint-pilled comforters with red and white vertical stripes. Across from the bed was a wide, oak dresser with a small television set on top beside a notepad and a dust stained lamp.

"What's that smell?" Andy asked, wrinkling her nose. "What if it's mold? What if we get sick?"

Dean sniffed. "Yeah, it's a little funky, but we'll be fine."

"Smells like mildew," Andy said, sniffing as she walked around the beds, trying to pinpoint the origin of the subtle, foul odor.

As he changed in the bathroom, Sam spotted a roach skitter across the laminate floor. Where there was one, there were always more. They needed to speak to the coroner before the office closed though, and he knew Dean would be reluctant to move after they'd already paid for their room, so he decided not to bring attention to it. After their stay in Minnesota and the roaches they had to deal with there, he didn't want Andy to know they had to stay in another infested motel.

"Sam, hurry up!" Dean knocked on the bathroom door. "We're wasting daylight. If we're dealing with a werewolf, we need to waste this sucker fast. We still have a full moon tonight and tomorrow."

Sam flushed the roach down the toilet and opened the door. "Yeah, ready."

Dean looked at him. "Dude. Wash your hands."

"Oh. No, I wasn't-" He looked past Dean at Andy. He didn't want to have to explain, so he sighed and turned to wash his hands in the dirty sink.

"Previous tenant left a turd in the bowl?" Andy asked.

"Oh, gross." Dean handed Sam his F.B.I. badge on his way out and drove them to the morgue in the district the bodies were found. There wasn't a receptionist at the front desk, so they walked down the hall and knocked on the heavy metal door. "Maybe they're taking a late lunch."

A rotund, black woman with long false eyelashes cracked the door open. Andy couldn't help thinking she looked awfully pretty and made up for someone who worked with dead bodies all day. The medical examiner looked them up and down and asked in a soft, airy voice with a hint of a southern accent, "Can I help you?"

"Hi." Sam took out his badge, followed in suit by Dean and Andy. "We're with the FBI. We're investigating some recent murders that took place here the last three days."

"You're gonna have to be more specific."

Dean piped in, "Got anybody in there with their chest ripped open, possibly missing a heart?"

"Uh huh."

"Well... can we see it?"

She swung the door open and walked over to a body covered by a white cloth. "The detectives didn't mention anything about FBI showin' up." She pulled the sheet back to reveal the body.

Sam leaned in to take a closer look. "Can you tell how the heart was removed?"

"What do you think? I bet when you look at it you think, 'Damn, that musta been a bear.' Mm-mm," she shook her head, "Ain't no bear 'round here. If you look close, you can see that the chest was cut open and then pulled apart. Gotta be one strong crackah to that." She paused and looked at them, "No offense."

Andy avoided standing any closer to the body than she needed to. "So, the murderer is white?"

"A brotha will stab ya, he'll shoot ya, but this type of crazy crap? That's right up y'all's alley, okay," she guffawed.

"What about the, uh… Puerto Ricans?" Andy suggested.

Dean added, "Hey, Jamaicans do some wild crap too. I've seen Predator 2. King Willy was a madman."

"Let's try to focus here, Agents. Y'all startin' to get all hung up on racial stuff." She handed them each a pair of latex gloves. "But really. When I first heard 'bout it, I thought animal attack just like everyone else. But then once I got to lookin' at the body, mm-mm. One guy missin' a heart? That's weird. Two guys missin' hearts? That ain't coincidence. I don't know 'bout y'all, but there ain't any animal out there that eats hearts and leaves the rest. They clean the plate. Now check this out." She peeled some flaps of skin apart for them to see. Dean grimaced and looked at Andy, who wasn't looking at the body at all.

Sam furrowed his brow, "What are we looking at?"

"The way the skin was shredded, it's too clean. Nah, looks like somebody tried to make it look like an animal attack. We had forensics test a few instruments out to see what could cause something to look like this. A small meat hook could do it. But after lookin' at that skin and the way the heart was removed? That thing wasn't just ripped out, honey. It looks surgical. Not by any professional though."

"Can we have a copy of your report?" Dean asked.

"Sure thing, Sugarbuns," the medical examiner fluttered her eyelashes at him before she walked over to her desk.

Dean grinned and looked at Andy, "Do I look like a Sugarbuns?"

"Yeah, she's good. Didn't even get a look at you from behind yet."

Sam gingerly turned the head, checking for any marks along the neck, then checked under the fingernails. "Was there any DNA under his nails?"

"Nope." The medical examiner handed Dean her reports. "Someone got the jump on him."

Andy peered around Sam at the body on the table and stifled a gag. "Do you have any idea what kind of instrument would be used to open the chest like that?"

Dean looked thoughtful, "Yeah, looks like they used one of those things that they stick in there to pull the rib cage apart. What's that called again?"

"Rib spreaders," Sam and the examiner answered in unison.

"Yeah, that's it."

The medical examiner continued, "This guy doesn't show any signs of a struggle, but our other vic did. Not much to go on though, only bruising on his wrist and shoulder."

"So, someone must have grabbed him," Sam said.

"We couldn't pull any prints from it though." The examiner put her hands on her hips and looked at each of them, with her gaze stopping on Dean. "Any other questions, agents?"

"No, I think we're good," Dean smiled at her as he peeled off his gloves. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Name's Shannndra, Agent Sugarbuns."

"Thanks for the help, Shandra. We'll be in touch if we have more questions."

"Thanks for your time," Sam nodded and dropped his gloves in the trash bin.

On their way out, Dean looked at Andy, "You okay? Looking a little pale."

"Yeah, lost my appetite though."

Sam suggested, "Let's check in with the police, see if we can get a look at the police report. Maybe there's a pattern to where they were attacked or how they were chosen."

"So, are we still thinking werewolf?"

"Could be an OCD werewolf," Sam shrugged.

"Definitely not a skin-walker though, at least that's off the table," Dean said, opening the door to the impala.

Andy leaned forward, resting her arms on the back of the front seat, holding the folder. "Okay, the victims' names are William Seutter and Robert Macini. Thirty-six and thirty-three." She handed the folder off to Sam.

"Does it say if any of them have come in contact with a xenomorph lately?" Dean looked at Sam.

He leafed through the notes for Robert. "This is the guy we just looked at. Maybe he trusted whatever it was that attacked him."

"We should find out where they were last seen."

"We better solve this case before Dexter steals it from us." Andy pointed, "There it is. On the left."

Dean pulled into the public parking lot for the police department.

"Okay, let's go," Sam said, leaving the medical examiner's reports in the car. Once they were inside, he checked the directory on the lobby wall.

"We're going to need to go to the head honcho," Dean said, pointing at the floor marked Captain R. Cadena.

When they reached the fourth floor, they approached the Captain's secretary. She took the chewed up pen cap out of her mouth and asked, "Can I help you?"

"Hi," Dean smiled, showing her his badge. "I'm Agent Harrison. This is Agent Hall and Agent Turner."

"Oh! I'm sorry. We weren't expecting you." She fumbled through her files, trying to make sure she didn't overlook it.

"That's all right," Sam assured her. "Is the Captain in?"

"Yes, he is." She stood up and walked around her desk to lead them down the hall. "Right this way." The door was already open, but she knocked anyway. "Captain Cadena, the FBI is here." She stepped aside to allow them in.

The Captain was on the phone, but he cut his conversation short. "I'll have those papers faxed to your office." He hung up and stood, straightening his shirt as he leaned across his desk to shake their hands. "Captain Raoul Cadena."

Dean took his hand, "Agent Harrison. This is Agent Turner and Agent Hall. We're here about the recent murders with the missing hearts."

"Murders? It's a little early to really say," he said, sitting back down in his seat. He looked at his secretary standing behind them in the hallway. "Can you bring us one more chair?"

"Yes, sir." She scurried away to retrieve another chair from the office next door.

Sam offered Andy the seat in front of the desk, but she held up her hand and shook her head because she'd rather he and Dean do most of the talking. Sam sat down, opening his notepad, and said, "The coroner's reports said the victims' chests were surgically opened. There was bruising on the arm of one of the victims, indicative of someone grabbing him."

"I'd say that's a pretty good indication for murder," Dean added.

Captain Cadena sighed, "We do have our suspicions, but I see the FBI is even more on the ball than my own officers. I actually didn't think that this case would have drawn your attention so soon. You're not here to take over my department, are you?"

"No, nothing like that," Dean assured him, "We're just here to help out. Two bodies killed the same way? Might be a serial killer."

"It's not a serial killer until he drops a third, so let's hope it's not that."

"We want to look at the police reports, see if we can narrow down how they're chosen and where they're attacked," Andy said, sitting in the chair the secretary set down behind her.

"I'll have Martha get those files for you," he said, gesturing to the secretary before she left. "You should also talk to the officer who arrived on the scene first."

"And that is?" Dean asked.

"Officer Price is down in the motor pool if you want to go and have a talk with him."

"We will, thanks," Sam said, standing up.

Andy stood up too after only having had the chance to sit for thirty seconds. She walked out first and hit the button on the elevator while Dean picked up the reports from Martha. He handed one to Sam as he leafed through the other on his way to the elevator. "William was found inside his boat at the dock in the early morning when his son was going to meet him for a fishing trip." He shook his head, "Poor kid, having to find his dad looking like a victim out of Alien."

Sam flipped through his report as he followed Dean and Andy into the empty elevator. "This guy was found in the back alley behind a bar. It sounds like a dump site and not where he was attacked. No witnesses. Can't hurt to swing by the bar and ask if anyone saw this guy."

Dean offered the file to Andy so she felt included in the paper flipping. She took a look through the photos, grimacing at the gore. Dean looked up at the speaker emitting piano music. "Ever wonder if this music is the reason cops go out and beat the crap out of people during traffic stops?"

Sam gave Dean a look and stepped out of the elevator when the door opened, approaching the nearest officer standing at the trunk of her patrol car. "Excuse me, officer?"

The petite female officer looked up and shut the lid of the trunk. "You lost?"

"We're looking for Officer Price."

She turned her head to look for him and pointed. "Over there by 70. HEY! PRICE!"

Price turned around and shouted back, "WHAT!"

"That's him."

"Thanks," Sam said and walked over to him with Dean and Andy.

Dean showed him his badge, "Agent Harrison. We'd like to talk to you about the body you found."

"Which one?" he said and looked past Sam at Andy. "Andrea?"

Stunned, Andy stared at him for a moment before quietly answering, "Hey, Clint."

Dean looked back at her, eyebrows raised, "You two know each other?"

"Small world," she said.

"We go back a ways," Clint smiled, "So, you're with the FBI?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I thought you were an English major."

She shrugged, "I switched."

He looked at Sam and Dean standing on either side of her. "I guess you're new. Still on probation?"

"Yeah," Andy said, crossing her arms.

Sam cleared his throat.

"Right, sorry," Clint said, not taking his eyes off Andy. "Which body?"

Dean answered, raising his voice to gain his attention, "The one that looked like he suffered a horrific death. Kinda like a chest burster came out of him."

Clint smirked at Dean, "Oh, yeah. The guy who looked like he participated in a Mortal Kombat tournament and lost to Kano."

"Ha! Good one," Dean grinned.

Sam glanced at Andy as she face palmed and continued, "How did you find the body and did you notice anything else odd when you arrived on the scene?"

"Okay, I've got something that no one could explain," Clint said, excited to tell his story to someone who would listen. "I responded to the call with my partner, and while he talked with the kid, I went to check out the boat. Before I even noticed the heart was missing, I noticed there was a lot less blood than I'd expected to see considering the mess. I mean, I've seen people shoot themselves in the head and leave a bigger pool of blood. This guy's ribcage was open, and he wasn't swimming in blood? That's a little weird to me. The theory is that it was someone stealing his organs to sell on the black market, and they probably had some sucky thing to keep the area clear for a clean removal."

Andy raised an eyebrow, "A turkey baster?"

"What? No. Like surgeons and dentists use."

Sam said, "I think it's just called a suction."

"Sure, yeah, that," he shrugged and looked at Andy, impressed. "You have a tougher stomach than you used to."

"Yeah."

Dean said, "Doesn't sound like you believe it's an organ stealing operation. What do you think it was?"

"Why would you go for a smoker if you wanted to steal a heart? The guy was a chimney. You shoulda seen his lungs," Clint shrugged again. "I don't have a better idea, though."

"What about a cannibal?" Andy proposed.

Clint chuckled, "Still a creative writer, I see."

"I think outside the box."

"Could've been a cannibal who likes smoked meat," Dean said, winking at Andy. "Anything else you might have noticed? Maybe a sulfuric smell?"

"Sulfuric? Like farts?"

Andy resisted rolling her eyes. "Yes, Clint, like rotten eggs."

"All I smelled was blood and maybe a little bit of shit."

"Did you notice any animal teeth... or fangs left behind?" Dean looked at Sam with a shrug when he gave him a look.

Clint leaned back against the trunk of his patrol car. "I seriously doubt this was an animal attack. I mean, there were some scratches on him, but it just didn't look like any animal attack I ever saw, and there were no paw prints or traces of saliva, supposing the thing licked up the blood around the body. I guess you'd have to check with the coroner to see whether the scratches were made postmortem or not. Definitely didn't notice any teeth though."

"Clint, you busy?" his partner asked, approaching from behind Sam. "We gotta roll."

"Oh, uh…"

Dean nodded, "We're done here."

"Thanks for your time, officer," Sam said.

"Sure, no problem. Hey, Andy?"

"What?" Andy froze.

"It's good seeing you again. You look... good. We should catch up." He tucked his thumbs into his utility belt and smiled. "Y'know, they transferred me to Virginia for a while, then I moved down here as soon as I got out."

Andy hesitated and glanced at Sam and Dean, who were politely trying not to look like they were eavesdropping. "I'm glad you're doing well, but I think we're all caught up. You're with the police, and I'm with the FBI."

Clint shot his partner a dirty look when he mockingly hissed in feigned pain. "I hope you change your mind."

"Be safe out there, Clint," Andy said before turning to walk away.

Dean exchanged looks with Sam and said once they were out of earshot, "Ouch, I think he might need to be treated for a serious case of frostbite!"

Andy smiled ruefully and nudged Dean. "I just don't see the point in 'catching up' with him."

"So, let's go investigate the bar," Sam suggested.

"Hope we can find out more there than we have so far. I need to know that we're dealing with werewolves for sure. Something is off," Dean said.

"Maybe we're dealing with a ghoul?"

"Maybe, but I don't think so. They probably wouldn't have found much of the bodies if it were a ghoul."

"Maybe it's a ghoul on a diet."

"Unless it were a ghoul framing a werewolf," Andy said. "Huh, huh?"

"Ghouls do tend to stick to cemeteries though," Sam said, dismissing the notion.

"Maybe this one is feeling frisky."

"Let's hope not."

On their way to the bar, Dean looked at her in the rearview mirror. "So, who was that guy, Andy? Or should we not ask?"

"I wasn't asking," Sam said, fixing Dean with a look that said not to bring him into whatever he was doing.

"My ex, the marine I mentioned before."

"Oh, that explains the frostbite. Who broke up with who?"

Sam gave him another look.

"I broke up with him."

"He must have been a real ass to make you wanna break up with him."

Sam said, "Andy, aside from you, Dean hasn't had a relationship lasting over two months, so that's why he's so insensitive about the whole past relationship thing."

"You want that dagger from my back, Sam? Cause you're burying it in there pretty deep."

"What? It's the truth."

"It's fine," Andy smiled. "We dated for a little over two years, fresh out of high school. But I haven't seen him in four years, and I'm not hung up on him."

Dean was still curious about why she gave Clint the cold shoulder, but he decided not to push the subject as he parked in front of the bar. "So, who is going to be the good cop, bad cop and goofy cop?"

"I call good cop. I want to see Sam as the goofy cop," Andy said, poking his shoulder.

"What? No. I'm not playing this game."

"What if we get him a little tipsy first?" Andy suggested.

"Sam would be way beyond goofy cop if we got him drunk. Ha."

"Is he the friendly, talkative drunk?"

"You could say that... We're getting you drunk, Sammy."

"No, we're not," Sam said, shutting the passenger door, and checked his pocket for his badge.

Dean gave Andy a look of reassurance that said, 'Yeah, we will.'

When they walked inside, a tall, skinny blonde behind the bar greeted them with a smile. "Well, you're best looking cops I've seen walk into my bar yet."

"Cops?" Dean looked around. "We could be businessmen."

"The only types of people who come in here wearing suits are cops and crime syndicate types."

"Maybe we're crime syndicate types," Andy said.

"You're too cute to be in the mob," she winked. "Are you all here on business or pleasure?"

"We're here to ask about Robert Macini. His body was found out back a few days ago."

"Robbie was a regular and a good guy. I was surprised when the police showed up and told me about it. I hadn't seen him for days."

"So, you weren't the one who discovered his body?" Sam asked. He didn't bring the police report with him to look through.

"I was working." She nodded toward a man sitting alone in the back of the bar. "Simon over there is a friend of his. Guess he decided to make a stop in the alley out back to take a whizz on his way back to his apartment. That's when he found his body."

Sam exchanged looks with Dean and walked over to Simon to question him.

Andy continued, "Did you notice anything out of the ordinary with Robert?"

The bartender picked up an empty mug from the other end of the bar as a patron left. "Well, he seemed happier than usual. Some young thing walked in and took an interest in him. I didn't see her after that night, but he was all smiles the day after and the day after that."

Dean smirked, "Guess a little nookie will make all those grey clouds clear right up."

"What did she look like?" Andy asked, patting Dean's chest pocket where she knew his notepad was stashed.

"She was a white chick, young with dark hair. She dressed kind of like a biker chick."

"Did you catch her name?" Dean asked, scribbling down her description.

"Sorry, didn't get a chance to try and sweet talk her. All her attention was on Robbie."

Sam showed Simon his badge. "Simon? I have a few questions about Robert."

Simon looked up at him from his bottle of Jack and grumbled, "I already gave my statement."

"I'd like to hear it again," Sam said empathetically. "You were a friend of his and you found his body. You're the best chance we have of finding who did this to him."

"Rob was my best friend," Simon frowned, taking another swig of his Jack Daniels. "Awright... Ask your questions. Whaddya wanna know?"

"Is there anything you didn't tell the police?"

"You promise you'll catch the scumbag who did this?"

"Yes."

"Swear on the bottle," Simon slurred, holding up the bottle for him to put his hand on.

"Uh..." Sam looked over his shoulder at Dean, disappointed to see Dean was watching him, amused. He cleared his throat and placed his hand on the bottle. "I swear I will catch the scumbag that did this," he said, raising his eyebrows, hoping that would satisfy the drunk man.

"None of this gets back to that bitch wife of his!" He pointed at Sam. "Ya hear?"

"You have my word."

"Good. Can't trust a man who can't respect my new best friend, Jack," he said, putting the bottle down. "Rob met a girl at this bar."

"What was her name?" Sam asked, clicking his pen and opening his notepad.

"Rob's not a bad guy, okay? He's a good guy. That wife of his was planning to divorce him, and he was down in the dumps. Then, he met this girl who made him happier than I saw him in months!"

"What was her name?" Sam repeated.

"Oh, I don't remember. "

"Please try."

"Coulda been Carly or Karen. Maybe Christine."

Sam wrote down that the name started with a C or a K. "Is there anything else you can tell us about her? Did he meet her outside the bar? Maybe at a motel?"

"He met with her at this motel on the other side of town a few times."

"Do you have the name or address?"

Simon opened his wallet and pulled out a crumpled business card and offered it to Sam. "Got this from the front desk when I drove him over there. I don't need it."

Sam took the card and looked it over. "Did she have anyone with her?"

"Never saw if she was with anyone else."

"Do you know which room they were in?"

"Nope."

"Thanks, Simon. That'll do it," Sam said, closing his notepad. "Sorry for your loss." He walked back to Dean and Andy at the bar and held up the business card.

"Oh, good, a lead," Andy said.

Dean snatched the card out of his hand and looked at it. "The Sassy Molassy Inn? Sounds like a name for a strip bar."

"Must be by the hour," Andy said and looked at Dean, wondering how many strip bars he'd frequented.

"Let's check it out."

When Sam sat down in the passenger seat, he turned up the volume on the CB radio to listen to the radio chatter. He quickly pulled out his notepad and scribbled down an address. When Dean took the driver's seat, Sam ripped the page out and handed it to him. "There's been another murder."

"What? When?"

"They just called it over the radio. Just drop me off at the motel, and you check out the body."

Andy heard the responding officer's voice over the radio and thought it sounded like Clint's.

Dean pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the motel. "Okay, don't forget to pack some silver bullets in case this thing is still there."

"What if it's not a werewolf?" Sam asked.

"Pack a stake too if it'll put your mind at ease." When he stopped in front of the lobby, he went around to the trunk and opened the box of silver ammunition for Sam to fill the clip to his handgun.

Andy joined them and held her hand out to Dean. "Hook me up." She saw the look he gave her and crossed her arms. "I'm going with Sam. He might need back up. You can handle a body on your own."

Dean had the feeling she was trying to avoid her ex and started filling a clip for her. "You guys run into that bitch, call me. But don't hesitate to gank her if you get the chance."

"We know, Dean," Sam said. "Go see what you can find out from that body."

"Sure thing. I'll get the Ouija board out and light some candles."

Andy gave Dean a kiss on the cheek and grinned, "That's not a half bad idea if we come up empty handed here."

"Since something's not right about this, maybe we should take a stake with us," Sam shrugged and grabbed the stake from the weapons cache.

"And some dead man's blood," Andy said, reaching across Dean for the vial tucked in one of the compartments.

"And some holy water," Sam said, grabbing the flask.

Dean looked at them, "Forgetting anything? How about a blow torch?"

"Well, if there's a hex bag..." Andy started.

"I think we're pretty much covered," Sam smiled and offered her the flask of holy water. "Hang onto this?"

"Sure." She tucked the holy water and dead man's blood into separate pockets in her jacket.

"Be careful," Dean said, closing the lid of the trunk, and walked back around to open the driver side door. "Any problems come up, you call me."

"We know," Sam said and waited for Dean to drive off before going into the lobby.

"When are we ever not careful?" Andy scoffed. When Sam looked like he was giving it some thought, she added, "Don't answer that." She stepped inside ahead of him and smiled at the man behind the desk reading a dirty magazine. "Afternoon."

The man looked up from his magazine and flipped the page. "Lookin' to get in a quickie on your business trip?"

Sam knitted his brows and held up his badge. "FBI."

"Makes no difference to me."

Andy exchanged looks with Sam and opened the case file in her hand and pulled out a photo of Robert from under the paperclip. She pushed the magazine down against the desk and held the photo up for him to look at. "You recognize this guy?"
The man looked up at them, finally realizing they weren't there for a room.

"Take a good look," Andy said.

"Looks familiar," he said, closing his magazine. "He some kind of serial killer?"

"He was murdered," Sam answered.

"By a serial killer?"

"Uh... no."

"Well, maybe..." Andy muttered.

Sam didn't want to encourage him. "We're looking for the woman he was involved with."

"Haven't seen her in some time... Same for that guy. Figured those two ran off together somewhere."

"Why would you think that?"

"They didn't seem like the usual types who come here looking to knock some boots on the sly. He seemed real... what's the word? When you're like crazily obsessed with someone but not enough to require a restraining order?"

"In... love?" Andy raised an eyebrow.

"It's an en word... but that works just fine."

"Enamoured?" Sam suggested.

"That's the one."

"Aw, English major fail on my part," Andy said, nudging Sam with her elbow.

"English major?" the man asked, surprised. "The FBI hire anybody nowadays, eh?"

Sam turned to look at her, putting her on the spot. He'd jump in if he thought she needed it, but seeing the look of 'Oh, crap' pass over her face almost made him chuckle.

Andy paused, realizing her mistake and gave the man a look. "I'm older than I look. Double majored."

The man didn't think anything of it. "They seemed all love birdy. She was hugging on his arm and all that. I figured he must be in a real unhappy relationship 'cause that man looked like a starving person who just received a Ritz cracker!"

"Do you have any security footage?" Sam asked.

"Somewhere 'round here," he said, pushing his chair back to go through a box of DVDs. After a couple of minutes, he found the DVD and popped it into the dusty player on the shelf behind him. "I remember they came in the day after my birthday and I was all hung over." He fast forwarded through a couple hours of footage and hit play.

"What time did they get here and what time did they leave?" Sam said, turning the monitor so he could see it.

"They got here around six PM and paid for two hours and she came to check out at eight." The footage showed the victim entering with a woman wearing a hat, obscuring her face.

Sam sighed, "Not a clear image. Fast forward to when they leave."

The man fast forwarded and played the footage, showing the woman strategically positioning herself to obscure her face again.

"We need to see the parking lot footage," Andy said.

"Can do. It's on a different DVD though."

"Did you notice anything strange about the room after they left?" Sam asked.

"Well, there were complaints about the smell, but I can't be bothered cleaning the room with so many people coming and going. So, I just stuck air fresheners in there to try and cover up the smell."

"We're going to need to see that room."

"Room 32, first floor." He retrieved the key from the hook on the wall behind him and handed it to Andy. "If you two decide to put her to use, it's on the house."

Sam stared at him. "Seriously? No. Have the parking lot footage ready for us by the time we get back."

"I'll see what I can do," he said, opening his magazine back up.

Andy slapped the desk. "NOW."

He jumped and set his magazine down. "Yes, ma'am."

Andy walked with Sam, twirling the key ring around her finger. "Well, if people slept in here, it can't be that bad, right?"

"I don't think people use these rooms for much sleeping."

"True. Well, even more reason it shouldn't be that bad. If I were distracted by a dead body smell, I don't think my engine would be purring."

"Did you just compare yourself to a car?"

"...Shut up."

"It's because Dean calls the impala his baby, isn't it?" Sam teased.

"Stop reading into it." Andy opened the door and walked inside, first hit by the artificial pine smell, then she noticed a stink lingering behind it. She sniffed, walking toward the bed. "Oh, gross. Smells like dirty tampons."

Sam knitted his brows and stared at her. "Thanks a lot for the visual."

Andy laughed, "You're welcome. Is that really worse than a dead body?"

"Good point." Sam tossed the blanket, pillows and sheets off the bed. "We should have brought gloves with us."

Andy pulled the pair of latex gloves Shandra had given her in the morgue out from her pocket. "Well, at least one of us came prepared."

"Good, then you get to touch the dirty mattress while I watch."

Andy narrowed her eyes at him and gripped the mattress, lifting it while sliding it across the box spring until it landed on the floor, then she tipped it over to rest vertically against the wall. The smell was more pungent without the mattress to cover it, and ants crawled all over the box spring. "Ugh! Nasty," she gagged.

"I guess we found where our murder took place." Sam walked around the side of the bed, covering his nose with his sleeve as he knelt down. He picked up a fang and inspected it. "Found something."

She took it from him. "Gross, go wash your hand." She looked at it. "Huh, she must not floss."

"I don't think werewolves really care about flossing."

"If they did, maybe their teeth wouldn't fall out. That's just embarrassing."

"Make sure to lecture her when we catch her. Your new nickname would become 'the dentist.'"

"Ohh, I like it. Monsters everywhere will shudder in fear when they hear... THE DENTIST is coming to town."

Sam chuckled and looked at it in the palm of her hand. "Hm. That doesn't really look like a werewolf fang. It's too slender. We might be dealing with something new. Something that eats hearts and has fangs. We could be dealing with a Pagan god or some other deity. Cacao is a Mayan god that takes human hearts."

"Your encyclopedic knowledge always impresses me." Andy nudged Sam with her elbow and grinned, "Pop quiz, hot shot. How do you kill a harpy?"

"Seriously?"

"What, too easy for you? Prove it!"

"Brass."

She nodded approvingly and smirked, "What's a Yahoo?"

"A search engine."

"Smartass."

He shrugged, "I don't know, I give up."

"HA! I stumped you!" she grinned wider.

"If you're talking about the thing from Gulliver's Travels, those don't exist."

She looked disappointed. "Damn."

"Come on, let's get out of here. I don't think we'll find anything else. If she had tools, she took them with her." He stepped into the tiny bathroom and washed his hands before they left. "Let's go see if he has that security footage of the parking lot ready for us."

Andy walked back to the front desk with Sam, clearing her throat to get the man's attention as he turned his magazine sideways to let the fold out poster flip down. He sat up straight and set it down to look at her. "So, find everything you need?"

"Oh yeah. And more. Do you have any idea how many health code violations you have? You have 24 hours to clean that room up before we shut you down," Andy threatened.

"It's a pay by the hour room... How bad could it really be?"

"We found a bloodstain on the mattress for starters."

"What? No way!"

"Yes way."

Sam looked at the monitor. "Is that the footage we asked for?"

"Uh, yeah...yes, it is."

Andy took the remote and hit fast forward. "Kinda makes you wonder how many people get away with murder in this place."

"Man..." the man behind the desk groaned.

"What's your name?" Andy asked him.

"Gus," he answered reluctantly.

"Stop, play... " Sam said, watching the monitor. The woman with the hat was leaving with the blanket off the bed wrapped around something large slung over her shoulder. She put it in the trunk of her car. "Where's the police report?" Andy handed it to him, and he flipped through the pages. "That's not his car. Can't make out the plate, but it looks like a brown station wagon."

Andy gave Gus an accusatory glare. "You didn't even watch this, did you?"

"I watched it but figured she just really wanted the blankets... I mean, look at her! Does she look like she's hauling a body out of there?"

Sam looked at the screen again, wondering if they were seeing the same thing. "Yeah. She does."

"But she can't possibly carry him that easy. He must have weighed 200 pounds."

Andy felt a more pressing question needed to be answered. "Has anyone ever wanted to keep the blankets before?"

He shrugged. "We get some weirdoes. I wasn't going to chase after her car for some blankets. She had one of those old wood paneled cars like the Oswalds." He hoped helping them would prevent him from being slapped with a bunch of fines.

"Well, they're not going to Wally World."

Sam closed the police report and handed it back to Andy, then looked at Gus. "Where were you when this happened?" he asked, pointing at the screen with the woman toting the body out.

"I, ah, I don't remember."

"Don't lie to us," Andy said.

Sam warned, "You don't want to get on her bad side. They used to call her 'the dentist' back when she was allowed to interrogate people."

Gus looked at Sam, who looked back at him completely serious, then looked at her. "I... had a bathroom break," he said, looking down.

"Uh huh."

Sam cleared his throat and motioned with his eyes to the porn magazine.

"Oh. Ooh. Well, next time someone reports a weird smell, go check it out and watch the security tapes. Come on, Mulder."

Sam paused, then grinned. "Whatever you say, Scully." He knew this was where Dean would whistle the X Files theme on their way out. "Let's hope she hasn't left town."

Dean spotted the police cruiser as he circled the golf course and parked beside it. He could see Clint inspecting the crime scene while his partner questioned a hysterical, middle-aged woman, who was frantically pacing back and forth as she glanced past him now and again at the body on the green.

"Excuse me, sir," the officer turned away from the rambling woman and held up his hand to Dean before recognizing him from the motor pool. "Oh, Agent, uh..."

"Harrison," Dean reminded him, walking past. "I'm going to go take a look."

"We haven't secured the scene yet, sir-" he started.

"It's fine. I want to see the crime scene before too many people go trampling through it." He walked up beside Clint and stopped. "Another chest burster?"

Clint turned to look at him. "Call came in about fifteen minutes ago. This lady from the club found him like this. This one is a lot more bloody than the last guy I found. Guess they didn't bring their sucky tool this time." He looked around. "Where's Andy? And your partner, the tall guy?"

"They're off following a lead. Do you have an ID on the victim yet?" Dean asked, kneeling down to take a closer look at the body.

With gloved hands, Clint opened the wallet and examined the driver's license. "Alexander Martin. Hang on." He walked over to the frantic woman behind them. "What's your name, ma'am?"

"Barbara," she answered shakily.

"Barb, do you know an Alexander Martin?" He looked at the license. "Age 30."

"Yes... God, that's not him, is it?"

"Sorry, but yes. What's your relationship to the victim?"

"We-we're just acquaintances. He and my husband play together sometimes. They were here earlier, and he was... with his daughter."

Dean stood up and went to stand beside Clint. "His daughter?" He looked at Clint. "Please tell me you guys have his daughter in the back of your car."

"We just got here," Clint said and looked at Barb. "How long ago was that?"

"Maybe two hours ago."

"How old is she? What's her name?"

"Uh, I don't know... I think she was maybe five, and her name was Melissa... or Matilda..."

Clint's partner spoke up, ignoring Dean's presence, "Check the body for a cell phone, see if you can call his wife. I'm gonna call this in. We need forensics down here."

Clint walked back over to the body and looked up at Dean as he felt through the dead man's pockets. "How'd you get here so fast anyway?"

"Heard it over the radio." Dean thought about a werewolf taking a little girl hostage. It wasn't like anything they'd ever dealt with before, and it didn't make sense. "This is bad."

"We'll have all cars out looking for her. You mentioned that Andy was following a lead earlier?"

"Yeah."

"I'd like to help out and work with you three more directly. This is a big case, could mean a big promotion for all of us," he said. "This is the third victim, which means serial killer."

"Looking to go up a pay grade, huh? Do you have any inside information that only the police know about?"

"Nothing you don't already know, but I'll let you know when we learn more if you guys let me know when you're going to make a move to catch this guy."

Dean could see how one sided this exchange was, but he didn't really care. "Right now we don't know much more than you."

"At least clue me in on the kid if you guys end up finding her before we do. I mean, I'll be busting my ass looking for her, but I don't know what kind of resources you guys have."

"Chances are we'll need back up when we corner this sucker, but I'll make sure you get the heads up."

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it." Clint stood up after searching the back pockets. "Who the hell doesn't keep a cellphone on them? Maybe it was taken. That'd be great if we could track it."

"Good idea."

"Hey, uh..." Clint hesitated and looked around, digging his heel into the dirt. "You know Andy outside work at all?"

Dean knew wherever he was going with this, it was going to be awkward. "Yeah. The three of us work a lot of cases together, so we hang out in our free time. Why?"

He shrugged. "She ever mention me?"

"Nope. But if it makes you feel better, she never talks about any exes."

"I don't think she would have that many. You know if she's single?"

"I think she's seeing a guy... a handsome guy," Dean smirked.

"Damn. I haven't seen her in four years, and she's even hotter now than she was then."

Dean caught himself giving him a dirty look and cleared his throat. "Let's try to stay professional here."

"Right, yeah, sorry. After we catch this bastard, I'll take you all out for drinks, on me."

"Can't pass up free drinks. You're on," Dean grinned. He was going to drain his wallet.

Sam called Dean as he walked with Andy to the diner down the street to get some coffee.

"What did you find?" Dean answered, making sure he was out of earshot from Clint.

"I don't think we're dealing with a werewolf. We found a fang. We also saw a car on the security cam but didn't catch a plate. It's a wood paneled station wagon."

"Damn it," Dean sighed. "Sam, this case got even worse."

"What? How?" He stopped walking.

Andy tugged on his arm and stood on her tippy toes to try to listen. Sam leaned down, holding it for her to hear.

"The victim had a daughter with him and she's missing. Whatever it is must have taken her."

Andy frowned, "Are you sure?"

"Maybe the security footage there will turn up a license plate," Sam said.

"Yeah, this lady swears he had his daughter with him. I'll go pull the security footage. I'll also have Clint put out an APB on the car," Dean said.

"Alright. We'll be at a Denny's down the street from that motel."

"Keep an eye out in case she's in the area," Dean said and hung up.

They walked into the Denny's, and Sam looked around. "I'm going to use the restroom."

"I'll be in the corner booth," Andy said and walked to the other end of the restaurant to sit against the wall.

"Can I get you a glass of water or a coffee to get started?" the waitress offered.

"Two coffees, a plate of pancake puppies, and one of those kiddy placemats with the crayons, please," Andy said.

"Coming right up," she said.

Andy scanned the restaurant and noticed a man walk in and sit by himself beside the exit. She guessed he was Puerto Rican with his dark skin and slicked back hair. When the waitress came back with the placemat and crayons, Andy had something to distract herself from staring suspiciously at the man by the exit.

"I'll be right back with your order."

Andy glanced up when Sam walked around the curve of the kitchen toward her table in back, and she noticed the man's attention was on Sam too as he walked past.

The waitress set their coffees and basket of pancake puppies down on the table and looked at Sam as he slid into the booth. "Can I bring you anything else?"

"No, thank you," he said, looking down at the placemat quizzically.

She looked at Andy and smiled, "Do you want one of those kids' masks?"

Andy grinned, "Bring two."

"No, just one," Sam said.

Andy mouthed 'Two' and held up two fingers. She looked at Sam when the waitress walked away. "Your inner child is screaming at you to let him have a mask."

"I didn't even have a chance to be a real child. What makes you think I have an inner one?"

Andy frowned, jutting out her lower lip. "That's just sad."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Don't make the pity face."

When the waitress delivered the two paper masks, Andy offered him one. "Now's your chance."

"You and Dean can wear them later. I'll pass."

Andy snorted at the thought of incorporating them into their next romp in the bedroom and said, "Nope. That's just weird."

"I didn't mean it like that," Sam said, realizing the implication.

"Well, I'm sure Dean would be at least as embarrassed by me right now as you are. There's no way he'd wear it." She poked the eyes out so they flew across the table and hit him in the arm.

"I'm not embarrassed by you. Dean does things way more embarrassing."

"Oh, go like this. Make a field goal." She put her thumbs together with her index fingers pointing straight up.

Sam humored her and made the field goal with his hands.

She looked at his hands. "Okay, that's way too easy. Your hands are gianormous. Make it smaller. Try it with one hand."

Sam chuckled and made a peace sign. "Like that?"

"Yes!" She took his mask and popped the eyes out so they shot between his fingers. "Score!"

"Aren't you going to put it on?" he asked when she set it down on the table. She hesitated and slid the paper backing through the notches in the sides and put it on over her head. Sam opened his phone and quickly took a picture. "I'm sure Dean will get a kick out of this."

"What? You can't show Dean! Not unless you wear a mask too." She slid the other mask over to him. "Then, he'd feel left out and instead of passing judgment on us, he'd want to wear one too."

"Not right now. We're on duty," Sam reminded her.

"Wow," Andy said, acting astounded. "You tell me to put the mask on, then you try to play the 'on duty' card." She removed the mask, muttering something about it being fake 'on duty' too, but couldn't help smiling at the look of amusement on Sam's face. "So, that guy by the door was eyeballing you when you walked by earlier."

"I saw him. Let's eat," Sam said, lowering his voice, "and if he's still sticking around watching us, we'll ambush him."

"What if he's just admiring your luscious locks?" she grinned and dipped a pancake puppy in syrup. "These are really good."

Sam made a face, resisting the urge to run a hand through his hair to push the stray strands out of his face. "Better to scare some normal guy by accident than to take the chance of getting jumped by a Mayan god."

She conceded with a nod. "Alright, help me eat these before you lure him out. I'll follow if he stalks you."

"I'm only having one," Sam said, giving in and taking a pancake puppy out of the basket. He helped Andy finish the rest, then leaned across the table, keeping his voice low. "Wait thirty seconds after he leaves before you follow. I'm going to lure him into the alley on the north side."

"Got it."

Sam walked out of the Denny's and stood on the sidewalk for a moment before walking around the side of the building into the alleyway with the dumpsters. The man at the table by the entrance looked in Andy's direction before standing up and walking out. When he turned the corner, Sam grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall, pressing the point of the stake against his diaphragm. "Why are you following me?"

The man looked down at the stake and grinned, "That's a rookie mistake." Even if he weren't a demigod, staking him would hurt and probably slow him down. But before Sam could jam it in under his ribs, the man moved lightning fast, knocking Sam's arms to the sides and ramming his shoulder into his chest to wind him and push him back. He grabbed Sam by his elbow and the collar of his jacket, slamming him back into the metal recycling bin behind him. "I was told to bring you in unharmed, but I don't think she'll mind a couple of bruises."

Sam grimaced and kneed the man in the stomach and side, then delivered a punch across his jaw, breaking his hold on him. When the man tried to grab him again, Sam punched him across the jaw two more times. The man jumped back, extending and baring his fangs.

"A vampire?" Sam hadn't expected that. 'Damn, I didn't dip my knife in the dead man's blood,' he thought.

The man grinned, "You can't kill me." He lunged at Sam, catching him by the wrist when he tried to stab him in the side with the stake and, using all his weight, shoved Sam back into the trash bin. Sam grabbed the vampire by the throat with one hand and held him back by his shoulder with the other to stop him from getting within biting range. The vampire sniffed and turned his head just in time to see Andy as she delivered a hard kick to his side, causing him to loosen his grip on Sam. Sam released his shoulder to strike upwards on his elbow, knocking his hand off of him, and shoved him back.

The vampire retracted his fangs and growled, "Stupid bitch... I was going to leave you alone." He charged her and swung a wild punch, cautiously aware of Sam's presence behind him. Andy ducked and pulled her knife out from her jacket pocket, but she was too slow to dodge his right hook, which connected with her ribs. She dropped the knife, holding her side as pain wracked her frame. Before the vampire could attack her again, Sam tackled him into the side of the dumpster and punched him in the stomach.

Ignoring the pain from the blow, the vampire turned his body and back elbowed Sam across the face, using the momentum to put Sam in his place, exposing his back to Andy without thinking about it. She picked up her knife and delivered a low round house kick to the back of his leg to put him down on his knee, then stabbed him in the back between his shoulder blades.

He chuckled, not relinquishing his grip on Sam, "That little thing isn't going to take my head off, sweet heart."

"No, but that 'little thing' is coated in dead man's blood."

"What?" He felt a rush of panic and disbelief before he felt the infection set in, dulling and numbing his senses, except for the pain that seared through his back where the blade pierced his flesh. He released Sam and stumbled back, his body becoming heavy and his vision blurred as he lost consciousness.

"Good job. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Andy said, pressing her hand against her side to see how badly it was bruised.

Sam shook off the aches and pains from the scuffle and looked down at the unconscious vampire. "Let's get him back to that motel."

"How?"

Sam knit his brows and shrugged. "I'll carry him."

"It's a block away. That might look suspicious."

"Well, do you have a better idea? We could wait here for Dean, but we'd need to hide him behind the dumpster."

"I have an idea. Just put your arm under his pit like you're hauling him into jail," she said, helping him lift him off the ground. She took the knife out of his back before kneeling down to untie his shoe laces. "How long will that stuff knock him out for? Maybe I should have left the knife in."

"Yeah, good idea, we'll just walk him down the street and hope no one notices the knife sticking out of him."

"Oh... yeah, that wouldn't work. We could say we're practicing an April Fools' gag."

"He should be out for at least a half hour. We'll give him another dose when he starts to wake up." Sam looked down at his feet. "What are you doing?"

"Tying our shoe laces together."

"That was your plan? That's a terrible idea."

"It's an awesome idea, and you know it. We're gonna Weekend-at-Bernie's this jerk back to the motel room."

"And say what, we're practicing for the four legged race?"

"If someone actually notices, then, yeah, we can sell it."

"You realize how completely un-professional this looks, right? We're supposed to be FBI agents."

She stood upright and put her arm around the vampire's waist to help hold is weight. "Just walk with me. Right foot first. Ready? Go." She didn't expect the vamp's leg to be so heavy, but she was determined to adapt and make it work, stomping with each clumsy step they took. "Right, left. Right, left."

Sam marched in an awkward rhythm with her. They barely made it out of the alley before he stopped, nearly causing Andy to fall over when she lifted her foot and the vampire's body didn't move with her. "Had enough yet?" he asked, stifling a laugh.

"What? No, that was only eight steps!" Andy protested.

"We should call Dean."

She fished her phone out of her pocket and dialed Dean, then tapped Sam's side with the hand she had around the vamp's waist. "Come on, let's keep moving. We're getting the hang of it."

"No, we're not," he said but took another step with her.

"Hey, I couldn't get the plates on the car either," Dean answered.

"Oh, that's okay. We nabbed us a vampire."

"You... what? When? Where are you?"

"Outside Denny's. We're on our way back to that classy motel."

"Okay, I'm already on my way there," Dean said and hung up.

Andy looked at Sam as they made their way down the sidewalk past the Denny's. "We would so win a four legged race. Dean could be passed out drunk and we'd have it in the bag. Look how fast we're going now."

Sam laughed and admitted, "We're doing better. But we're not fooling anybody."

Dean saw them walking down the street with the unconscious vampire, shuffling down the sidewalk. "What... the hell?" He pulled up next to them and looked out the passenger window.

"Hey, Dean..." Sam stopped again, throwing Andy off balance. "This is the vampire."

Dean looked at Andy. "This must be your idea. I'm surprised you got Sammy to go along with it."

"Well, now that you're here," he said, kneeling down to untie his shoelace.

She held the vampire up, slowly sinking under his weight without Sam's help. "Hurry up, Sam!"

"Why did you double knot it?"

"So it wouldn't come undone while we were walking!"

Sam freed his foot, then stood up and lifted the vampire off of her.

"You can ride up front with me, Andy. Sam can watch over Bernie in the back seat."

"Okay," she said, using her knife to cut through the vampire's shoe laces. She would deal with the knot on the drive back to the motel. She opened the back door of the impala for Sam before taking the seat up front. "That is so cliche. Vampires framing werewolves. Trying to get the hunters to kill their rivals."

"I don't know that that's what they were trying to do," Sam said.

"Did you use that angle for one of your books?" Dean asked.

"No, but vampires and werewolves are always at war with each other in most stories that feature both of them," she said, fixing her shoelaces.

"What if we're dealing with both of them and they're working together?" Sam asked.

"Ooh, that would be a twist. But let's hope not."

"That'd be a pain in the ass but nothing we can't handle," Dean said, driving them down the street toward the motel.

The vampire was coming to. "Ugh... I'm going to bite that girl of yours... and turn her."

"I thought you said he'd be out for half an hour," Andy said, looking back over her shoulder at Sam.

"That's about how long Kate was knocked out for before."

The vampire grinned weakly, "From what I'm told it was your daddy who did all the work. Heh. And he's not here to help you this time."

"Sam, shut him up before I cut out his tongue," Dean said, keeping his eyes on the road.

Andy took the glass vial of dead man's blood out of her pocket and handed it to Sam. He looked at it and knew they only had enough to last them another hour or so, and the vampire was still weakened by its effects, so he gave him a quick elbow to the side of his head, knocking him out. When Dean looked back at him, surprised, Sam said, "We need to conserve what little dead man's blood we have left until we can get more. Speaking of Kate, she must be the one that picked up Robert from the bar."

Dean gripped the steering wheel tighter. "And now she's got her hands on a little girl."

Andy took the masks out from the inner pocket of her jacket and unfolded the wrinkles from them, then opened the glove compartment to stow them away.

"Whoa, whoa, what is that? Don't put that in there," Dean said. When he saw the frown on her face, he felt guilty and gave in, "Oh, alright. You can put them in there, but take them out later."

She grinned and shut the glove compartment. "I will."

Sam smirked and flipped his phone open and held it out for Dean to see.

Dean grinned, "Send that picture to me, Sammy. I'm making that her Caller ID picture."

"Sam, you traitor, you," she said, looking over her shoulder at him.

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel. "Who wants to go commandeer that room you two searched?"

"We're probably going to need a new one," Andy said. "I might have scared the guy at the front desk into scrubbing it down before morning."

"And her nickname is 'the dentist'," Sam added.

"You two get up to some crazy hijinx when I'm not around," Dean said, going around to the trunk of the impala.

Andy followed him, taking the fang from the motel room out of her pocket and motioned toward the unconscious vamp in the backseat. "Think he'd believe it if I said I pulled this fang out of a vampire myself? Not like this Kate would go around saying her tooth fell out while she was eating."

"I have a pair of pliers in the trunk if you want to make it legit."

Andy cringed, "Oh, I don't have the stomach for actually torturing somebody."

"Good, if you said 'Pliers, my favorite past time!' I'd have been worried."

Sam stepped out of the car, pulling the vampire toward the edge of the seat by his ankles. Dean asked, "Did this guy say anything before you two entered him into the picnic games?"

"Only that he was supposed to bring me back to 'her', meaning Kate, I guess."

"I'll go get that room. I'll make sure to mention the dentist sent me," Dean said, winking at Andy.

Gus was leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the counter while he flipped through another magazine when Dean walked in. "Uh, don't suppose you're here for a room?" he said, looking out the window through the blinds at Sam and Andy.

"Yeah, we need one of your rooms for a little while," he said, showing him his badge. "'The Dentist' sent me."

"But that room is bein' cleaned!"

"Then, give me another one."

Gus looked confused. "But... okay..." He wasn't about to insist they pay because Dean had a badge, and he didn't really want to mess with the dentist. He plucked a key off the hook on the wall and set it on the counter. "Can you at least sign in here?"

"Thanks a lot," he said, taking the pen and signing as George Harrison. "Remember, clean that room." He pointed at him as he turned to walk away and made a tooth pulling motion.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Which room are we in?" Andy asked when Dean came out.

He looked at the key. "104. Over there."

"It's not far. I'll just drag him," Sam said when Andy offered to help. She closed the door to the back seat after Sam hauled the vampire out of it.

"Okay. What should I do with this tooth, anyway? It's kind of gross keeping it in my pocket."

Dean took the machete and rope out the trunk. "Toss it, unless you like looking at vampire plaque." He shut the lid of the trunk and walked ahead of them to the room to unlock the door.

Andy shrugged and dropped the fang, then wiped her hand on her jacket. From inside the lobby, Gus watched through the blinds, muttering to himself, "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit."

Once inside the room, they tied the vampire to a chair, and Dean removed the machete from its sheath and set it on the bed beside the vial of dead man's blood Andy removed from her pocket. "He should wake up any second."

"We need some of those sniffer salts," Andy said.

"Sam could probably just use his socks."

Andy laughed, and Sam said disapprovingly, "I do not have stinky feet."

"How about a burrito?" she teased.

"We want to wake him up, not kill him," Dean said.

"It's not that bad..." Sam said, furrowing his brow.

"You can't be an impartial judge of your own odors. It's not the same as when it comes from somebody else," Andy argued.

"Can we focus on something else?"

Andy slapped the vampire across the face. "I don't know why I thought that might work."

"Bitch..." the vampire growled.

"Ha, guess it did work," Dean nodded at Andy and picked up the machete.

"Where's Kate?" Sam asked. "And why are you killing people and taking their hearts?"

The vampire glowered at Dean as he answered Sam, "We wanted to draw you here. It would have been easier to get the jump on you if you didn't know what you were hunting."

"Wasn't as easy as you thought it would be," Andy said.

"You two are all she wants. The bitch doesn't matter."

Dean punched him in the mouth. "Don't call her that again."

The vampire licked his bleeding lip and spat, "The plan was to get our hands on Sam and lure you into an ambush... but since I haven't returned yet, they're on to plan B."

"And what exactly is plan B? Run and hide from the big bad hunters?"

"No, if I'm still alive, then I tell you about the exchange and call Kate. If I don't call by midnight, she's going into hiding and you'll never see that little girl again."

Sam said, "And what about you? What if we want to use you as a bargaining chip?"

"I went on this mission knowing that I could die. It'd be worth it to die for her."

Dean scoffed, "I knew turning vamp makes someone a blood thirsty whackadoo, but you've been sipping on the Jim Jones Kool-Aid, haven't you?"

"So, this Kate is the leader?" Andy asked.

"Sounds like it. Guess she wants to settle unfinished business."

"And what about you? What's your name?" Andy asked as she dug through the vampire's jacket pockets for his phone.

He turned his head, baring his teeth at her. When Dean slapped him across the back of his head and placed the blade of the machete against his neck, the vampire answered, "Antonio."

Andy handed Dean a twenty dollar bill she found in one of the outer pockets, and his face lit up. "Gas money!" he grinned.

She reached into the inner pocket of Antonio's jacket and pulled out his phone, then went through the contacts. "Found Kate."

"Let's have a little chat with her," Dean said, taking the phone and dialing. He set it to speaker.

"Antonio? Where are you? Did you get Sam?"

"Sorry, Antonio's tied up at the moment. He'll have to call you back."

"I'm right here, Kate!" Antonio started.

Dean smacked him and pointed the machete at him. "Hey, shush, you."

"Dean Winchester... I'm guessing Sam is in the room too."

"If you harm that little girl-"

"Relax. We don't really care about her. Just show up and make the exchange and she'll be just fine. If not... well, I am getting hungry."

"Do you want them delivered to the same place?" Antonio interjected.

"Yes. Eleven." Click.

"Did she just hang up on me?" Dean looked at the phone. "She just hung up on me."

Andy crossed her arms and looked at Antonio, "What makes you think we're just going to let you deliver us somewhere?"

"Either I deliver them to her or she leaves with the girl... or she'll just flat out kill the child."

"For all the trouble you guys went through to get us here, she'd just let us leave?"

"I've told you what I was supposed to. If you want that little girl's death, or undeath, on your conscience, then so be it."

Andy pulled Dean aside and whispered, "We can't just untie him."

Dean whispered back, "I know... Maybe we should pull his fangs out."

"I can still hear you and that won't work!" Antonio glared.

Dean looked over his shoulder at him, then opened his phone to text Sam.

Sam felt his phone buzz in his pocket and opened it to read: I have an idea. "Dean, I'm in the same room."

"Yeah, but vampires have super hearing."

"Not when they're dosed with dead man's blood. Let's just go outside to talk."

"And leave it alone with Andy?"

"Hey, I can babysit a tied up vampire for a few minutes," she said.

"She's right," Sam agreed and looked at her. "We'll be right outside."

Dean handed her the machete. "But if he looks like it's wearing off, take the sucker out. Just pretend his head is a watermelon."

"Dean-" Sam started.

"Better not to take any chances, that's all."

"Got it," Andy said, shooing them with her hand. "Hurry up and go talk before it does wear off."

Sam walked outside with Dean and a stopped a few doors down. "What's your idea?"

"Remember the last time we dealt with Kate and her bloodsucking buddies? Dad distracted them while we snuck around for a surprise attack?"

"Yeah, but she already knows about Andy."

"Dude, what about Madison? Shapeshifter Madison," he added quickly. He felt silly clarifying since obviously he wouldn't be referring to the dead werewolf Madison, but he didn't want Sam's brain to go there first. "Shifterson."

"Huh."

"I mean, I'm not exactly jumping at the opportunity to ask her for help, but it could be safer than walking into this one alone." He raised his eyebrows, "Or are you avoiding her?"

"No, I'm not avoiding her. I just haven't really spoken to her in a while." The last time he'd called her was right after his week long black out. He'd called to make sure he hadn't hurt her like he did Jo, then he explained that he was out of danger of possession with the tattoo he'd gotten.

"So?"

"So, okay, I'll ask. But Kate wants to meet us tonight. Madison might be too far out to make it in time."

"It's worth a shot."

Sam turned around to call Madison. After four rings, she picked up. "Sam, hi," she answered, surprised.

"Hey, Madi, uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over his shoulder at Dean, who stood behind him waiting to hear a response. "Are you busy?"

"Not too busy for you. Why?"

"We have a bit of a situation here. We could use your help."

"Where are you?"

"Miami."

"What's the situation?"

"We have some angry vampires that kidnapped a little girl and they want to make a trade. They'll supposedly let her go if we turn ourselves in."

"It's a three hour flight out of Chicago. I'll catch the next one out, so I should be in by nine tonight. What time is this trade supposed to go down?"

"Eleven."

"Great. I'll see you soon."

"Thanks, Madi."

"You're welcome. I'll call you when I land," she said and hung up.

Sam turned around, pocketing his phone. "She's coming."

"Awesome." Dean walked back to the motel room with Sam and stopped outside the door. He exchanged looks with Sam and pressed his ear to the door to listen to the off key singing coming from the other side.

"We de de de, De de de de de, De We um-um a way! A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh-"

Antonio groaned, "Shut up!"

"What's that? You love my singing and want me to sing louder? In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight! In the jungle, the quiet jungle, the lion sleeps tonight-"

"I'd take the machete torture over this Guantanamo crap any day. Dean! Sam!"

Sam pressed his ear to the door and grinned back at Dean.

"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeEEEEeeee We um-um-a wayyyyyyy!" She rolled her tongue, "RRRRRooo la la la we um-um a wayyy!"

Sam cringed, "Don't ever let her turn that on us."

Dean reassured him, "She likes us."

Sam opened the door, and Andy grinned at him, "Oh, hey, you're back. I was just keeping our guest entertained."

"Haha, we know," Dean grinned, "We could hear you outside. What did you have planned next? Water boarding and bamboo splinters under the nails?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of What's New Pussycat..."

Dean smirked at Sam, "Maybe he'll crack if we leave her in here with a full playlist."

Sam walked over to the bed and picked up the vial of dead man's blood. "We need more if we want it to last. We're also going to need to burn some saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium."

"Do we have any?"

"I don't think so."

"So, what, we hit up the local holistic medicine store or find ourselves a hippie?"

Antonio interrupted, "If you're planning some kind of double cross or surprise attack, it's not going to work. The second Kate knows something is up, she's going to rip that little girl's throat out."

Dean ignored him. "Alright, so we go by the morgue, steal some blood, and find somewhere that sells skunks cabbage and whatever that other stuff was we needed."

"Saffron and trillium," Sam said.

"Maybe you two should go do the supply run while I watch bitey McGee over here?"

"Or..." Andy proposed, "Shandra was pretty fond of Agent Sugarbuns. Maybe he should be the one to go in and distract her while I get the blood."

Sam shrugged, "Works for me."

"What are you, my pimp?" Dean said, looking down at her.

She smirked, "You really want me to answer that?"

"No, I don't want you to give me another black eye."

Sam grinned, shaking his head, "You two are so wrong."

Dean drove back to the morgue with Andy and walked down the hallway with her to the medical examiner's room. He let himself in and left the door ajar as he smiled and winked at Shandra when he saw her. "Guess who's back!"

"Well, well, well. If it ain't the handsome Agent Sugarbuns. Couldn't stay away from Shandra, could you?" she said playfully and pulled the sheet up over the body laid out on the table. "What can I do for you?"

"Why don't we go talk over here?" He motioned with his head for them to move over to her desk in the corner, away from the body.

"Don't like the smell?" she chuckled and removed her gloves, dropping them in the trash can at her feet, and walked over to her desk, where he casually sat against the edge of it. She looked at his casual posture and raised an eyebrow. "You aren't here on business, are you?"

"Nope, not here on business. I happened to be in the area and thought I'd come see you."

Andy poked her head into the room and saw Shandra's back was to the door, so she slipped off her shoes and snuck over to the cabinet against the wall beside the table with the body laid out on it.

Shandra batted her eyelashes, "Well, I'm a little surprised. By the way your partner was looking at you, I thought you might be taken."

"Nah, that's strictly work."

"Mm-hm, I feel ya on the office romance. Don't go there. I dated a detective for a little while but then he went after some skinny bitch."

"He must be crazy to go and do something like that. But I guess that works out for me."

Shandra turned around to look at the clock on the wall, and Andy dropped to the ground behind the counter, glancing up at the glass on the cabinet to watch her reflection face Dean again. Then, she stood up and carefully lifted the latch on the door and took two large syringes from the basket inside.

"I'm not off for another hour," Shandra said.

Dean knew that was his cue to leave, but he couldn't go yet. "So, what do you usually do to unwind after a long day?"

"On Friday nights, I go out for drinks with my girlfriends, but otherwise, I go home and soak my feet while I watch Scandal."

"Drinks sound good. I could go for a couple rounds and maybe some coffee back at your place," he winked.

"Whaaat? Boy- you are feisty. I knew it from the second I saw you. You're the kind of man who can handle a real woman."

Dean smirked, "Feisty? You haven't seen how feisty I can get."

Andy slipped on another pair of latex gloves she took from the box on the countertop and knelt down beside the body from the side opposite Dean and Shandra. She lifted the sheet over his arm and took the first syringe out of its wrapper and uncapped it with her teeth.

Shandra turned around when she thought she heard a noise behind her, but Andy was out of sight. "I swear I heard something. It better not be rats- oh lord, I hate rats."

"If there's a rat, I'll deal with it myself," Dean offered.

Shandra reached out and gave his bicep a squeeze through his suit. "Aren't we a big, strong man, huh? Ooh."

"You like what you feel?"

"Boy, you can be the ivory to my ebony any day!" she smiled, giving him a playful slap on the arm.

Andy inserted the first needle into the body's arm after taking a moment to search out a vein and slowly pulled the plunger.

"The whipped cream on your chocolate pie?" Dean grinned.

Shandra laughed, "Oh my! I don't know if you're trying to turn me on or make me hungry, but it's working both ways!"

"Good, then maybe we can work dinner into our night out."

"You're on. And dessert? Some chocolate vanilla swirl."

Andy pulled the syringe out and capped it, slipped it into her pocket, and unwrapped the second syringe.

"I like where this is going."

"Well, I should probably get back to work. Let me write my number down for you," she said, reaching past him for a notepad and pen, making sure to get in his personal space. She smiled at him as she wrote her number down.

Andy examined the corpse's arm, trying to find the vein with the second needle. She stuck him and slowly pulled the plunger, lifting her head to look at Dean from behind the tray table. She motioned for him to keep going.

While Shandra was looking at the notepad, he mouthed to Andy 'Hurry!' then smiled at Shandra again when she looked up at him, offering him the slip of paper. "So, when's a good time to call you? I wouldn't want to interrupt you while you're busy," he said.

"Anytime after six, honey."

"Six is good for me and if I don't call, alert the cops. Because I'd obviously have to be tied up somewhere."

Shandra chuckled, "You're cute. What's your name, Sugarbuns? Unless you want me to keep callin' you that."

"George," he smiled.

"Boy, I haven't met a George who wasn't in his fifties 'round here."

Andy pulled the syringe when it was half full and capped it, then stood up and quietly moved toward the doorway to leave.

"I better get back to working on the case. I snuck away from my partners just to see you."

"Don't work too hard. You're going to need all that energy for me, Sugarbuns."

Andy hurried the last few steps, grateful the door was left open, and turned the corner. She slipped her shoes back on and walked outside, taking Sam's seat up front. When Dean joined her, she said in her mock nature documentary voice, "Today we observe the wild Dean's mating habits as he displays his ability to attract the female of the species."

Dean cracked a smile before putting on his serious face. "What took you so long?"

"I'm not a phlebotomist. And it's not like the blood just squirts in there like he has a heart pumping. I had to dig around in there and suck the blood out without collapsing the vein. I think I did pretty damn good."

He nodded, "You did great. I'm just glad you got out of there before I had to make out with her just to keep things from going to the awkward silence phase."

"Me too. But now she's all excited about going out with you. Are you going to tell her work came up?"

"I was just gonna lose her number."

"Dean."

"What? You want me to call her?"

"Well... no."

"Let's just focus on getting that little girl back. Shandra will be fine."

After leaving with the two vials of dead man's blood, Dean stopped by a holistic medicine store Andy looked up online while she coated their cross bow bolts, knives, and machetes with dead man's blood to be ready for the meeting later. She capped the half empty syringe and placed the remainder in her pocket, then tucked the full syringe in the trunk to use later. When they returned to the motel, Madison was already inside with Sam.

"Madi!" Andy grinned and gave her a hug.

Madison seemed caught off guard by the gesture of affection and patted her on the back. "You're in a good mood considering the circumstances."

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while. When did you get here?"

"Just walked in the door," she smiled and looked past her at Dean, wondering if he still had reservations about trusting her. "Dean."

"Madison."

Andy rolled her eyes at their standoffish greetings. "So, what's the plan?"

Madison tucked her hands in her pockets and smirked, "I'll change into Dean and serve as a decoy. Let me borrow some clothes."

"You want to jump into my skin? No." He remembered how shapeshifters could access the person's memory and shook his head, "Not only no but hell no."

Antonio stared at Madison suspiciously, uncertain whether they were trying to pull one over on him.

Madison hoped Dean would never find out she'd already changed into him before for that exact reason and shrugged, "I can understand why you have trust issues."

"You don't know the half of it. Find someone else to wear."

Sam interjected, "She can change into Antonio."

Antonio was still shocked by the fact that a shifter was working for them. "What? They'll know you're not me!"

Madison looked at him with unwavering confidence. "What makes you so sure?"

"I'm a vampire. We just know when we're dealing with our own," he said. But they never knew the Winchesters worked with a shifter.

"I think you'd be surprised. People believe what they wanna believe, human or not. I'm gonna need your clothes, pal."

Andy watched as Madison removed her leather jacket. "Should we make him a toga out of bed sheets?"

"Knock yourself out, but leave his underwear on. I'm not wearing another man's skivvies."

In his best Arnold voice, Dean said, "Your clothes! Give them to me naow!" He looked at Sam with a grin.

Antonio bared his fangs at them and growled, "Just try and take my clothes and see what happens to you!"

Andy circled around him and took one of the syringes out of her pocket. When he started thrashing, Sam held the chair steady, and Andy uncapped the syringe and stuck him in the neck with it. She pushed the plunger down, using the remainder of the half empty vial.

"Puta bitch!" Antonio spat at Andy, weakness weighing him down.

"What did I say about that potty mouth?" Dean warned.

Sam looked at Dean. "We better make this quick."

"Yeah, 'we' better make this quick," Dean said, looking at Sam like he better start stripping Antonio down soon.

Sam looked at Dean incredulously then untied Antonio and pulled his jacket down his arms.

"Come on, Sam, like this is your first time undressing a dude." When Sam gave him a dirty look, Dean reached for Antonio's shoes and said, "Fine, fine. I'll help too. Ugh, but I'm not touching his socks."

Madison laughed, untying her boots and pulling her shirt off over her head. "I'm already wearing socks, and I don't think they'll be checking my feet."

"How do you know? That could be what distinguishes him from the other vamps. Where all his scent is. You better wear his socks."

"I'll wear them if you peel them off his feet."

"Fine, you don't need the socks," Dean said, pulling Antonio's pants off as quickly as he could without disturbing his underwear.

"Besides, vampires don't have a scent," Sam said. "That's why we got the ingredients to kill Madison's scent."

"I thought that was for us," Dean said, tossing the pants at Madison.

She caught them and took the jacket and shirt from Sam.

"Humiliating," Antonio growled, "Why can't you guys be like other hunters and just kill me."

"I don't have time to do your laundry," Madison said, walking to the bathroom. "If they lopped off your head, there'd be questionable blood stains all over your clothes." Twenty minutes passed before Madison came out of the bathroom. "I could use some pomade or something. Dean, what do you put in your hair? Let me have some."

"It's bad enough you wanted to jack my looks, but now you want my hair gel?"

Madison crossed his arms and raised his chin, slipping into a subtle Puerto Rican accent. "Be a team player, gringo."

Antonio's jaw dropped, "This is disturbing... even for me."

Dean went out to the car for his toiletry kit and returned to the room. He tossed the hair gel to Madison and pointed, "Don't use it all. That stuff is expensive."

"Thanks." Madison stepped in front of the mirror and slicked back his jet black hair, then checked himself out in the mirror. "You have a nice square jaw, Antonio." He'd never shifted into something that wasn't human, but he knew he couldn't extend vampiric fangs.

Antonio stammered, "Uh... thanks, I guess... So... so, what now?"

Dean shrugged, "Now Maditonio is going to tap into that brain of yours and we'll be parting company shortly."

"Already done," Madison said. "They'll be at an industrial shipping yard on the bay, waiting in warehouse 19."

A look of panic passed over Antonio's face as he wondered what he could do.

"So, what do we do with the real Antonio?" Andy asked.

"Well, he's a vampire, and we have no use for him," Madison said. "What do you think?"

Andy looked at Antonio and reminded herself that he's evil. Vampires looked so close to human, it was hard to remember that they're not.

"Any ideas on where we should dump him?" Dean asked.

"How about the Everglades?" Sam suggested.

"Isn't that a tourist attraction?" Andy said, afraid some poor vacationing family would come across him.

"Maybe, but it's big and it has alligators."

Dean nodded, "It's not like some jogger will find the body there, and I doubt the vampires will go file a missing persons report. Which way is it?"

"I'll look it up," Madison said.

Antonio cleared his throat, "Or maybe you could let me go? If I go back without you guys then I'm as good as dead."

Dean looked at him, "A moment ago you wanted us to off you."

"That was before you were actually going to off me."

Madison tucked his hands in his pockets and moved to stand in front of Antonio, looking down his nose at him. "How many people have you killed, Antonio?"

"How many burgers have you eaten?" he countered.

"Are you comparing humans to cattle or are you saying you've killed hundreds of innocent people?"

"The first one... I wouldn't say I've killed hundreds, personally."

"We're not going to play the blood drinking semantics game with you," Dean interjected.

"If you're comparing humans to cattle, why don't you drink the blood of cattle instead?" Sam said.

"Once you've had human blood, nothing else can satisfy the thirst."

"That's not true."

Madison looked at Sam, "This one's a lost cause. Humans are just walking hamburgers to him. He's still young, only a couple decades undead. But he's embraced the life. At least he's honest about it."

"Wait! If I start drinking from cows, you'll let me go?" he said, hopeful.

"That's like an alcoholic promising not to touch a beer again because someone else told you not to. If you don't care about it, then you're just going to fall off the wagon."

"I'm not having an innocent person's death on my conscience. Why are we still discussing this?" Dean said, annoyed, "Which way to the Everglades?"

Madison held up her phone and handed it to him with the GPS voice already giving directions. "We better hurry. Wouldn't want to be late to the hostage exchange."

"You people are monsters," Antonio glared. "This must be what it's like to be held captive by a bunch of Viet Cong."

"That's rich coming from you," Madison said and turned to Dean. "Let's roll him up in the bed sheet and stuff him in the trunk. The dead man's blood should keep him sedated long enough to get rid of him."

"I never detained my prey and tortured them before feeding," Antonio continued.

"You don't think feeding is torture before you kill them?" Andy argued.

"I feed and they die! It doesn't take very long! I don't sing stupid, annoying songs at the top of my lungs to annoy them while I do it."

"Be grateful I didn't sing James Blunt's 'You're Beautiful'," she said, offended.

Madison looked at Antonio. "You think you're a merciful killer because you haven't abducted your victims. You just kill them all in their own homes or alleyways they're passing through. I know what you've done. You're not better than any of us."

Sam threw the bed sheet over his head. "Guys, stop talking to him." He knew better than anyone that getting close would make it harder.

"I'm gonna go get the security tapes while you guys stuff him in the trunk," Andy said, opening the door to leave.

Gus looked up at her from his magazine and quickly put it under the counter. "W-what can I do for you, Agent Dentist?"

She was surprised by the nickname but went with it. "I need the security tapes from today."

"Did you-" he stopped himself from asking and did a double take out the window when he saw them toting a body shaped bundle of bed sheets out the door. He fumbled with the DVD player and handed her the disc. "It's the only copy."

"Thanks," she said and smiled, "I like you. You have a lovely smile."

"Thanks..." he said, unnerved. He wasn't sure if that meant she wanted to yank his teeth out or if he was safe. "Bye..."

Andy sat in the backseat with Madison on the way to the Everglades. Dean pulled up beside a ditch leading into the waterway, surrounded by low hanging trees, and walked with Sam to the trunk. When he unlocked and lifted it open, Antonio shoved him back and jumped out of the car. Sam caught him, but he was gaining his strength back, and he punched Sam in the side, loosening his hold on him. Shedding his bed sheet, Antonio sprinted into the Everglades and dove into the water to swim away.

Dean stared at the water. "Damn it! You think he'll tip them off about Madison?"

"I don't know. But we're supposed to be there in fifteen minutes, so we'd better just go. We have his phone, and we're a few miles out in the middle of nowhere. I think we can beat him to it."

"Then, let's go."

Madison stepped out of the car. "So, between the two of you, he still got away?"

"Hey, I didn't see you jump out to help," Dean pointed.

"Because showing up drenched in swamp water wouldn't raise any questions with our vamp pals. We'd better hurry. We're gonna be late. Kate called, and I let her know you two are unarmed and driving there now. I'm calling shotgun."

"What? No, you can't call shotgun."

"Would you really leave a killer vampire in the backseat with your girlfriend?"

Dean thought about it.

"It's fine," Sam said, "I'll sit in back with Andy."

"Think maybe we should bound and gag her," Dean said, eyeing Maditonio. "Him?"

"Antonio is supposed to be controlling us," Sam reminded him.

Madison triumphantly stuck his tongue out at Dean.

"Oh, that's mature," he said, shutting the trunk and walking around to the driver's side.

They continued on their way to the industrial shipping yard, speeding far over the legal limit. After a few minutes, Sam looked out the windshield and said, "You passed it. It was on the left."

"You're a horrible navigator, Sammy," Dean said, slowing down and hanging a U-turn. "Andy, you're being promoted."

"Yay-" she grinned, "Wait. That requires doing more work."

"I thought you were paying attention," Sam said.

Dean pulled up slowly in front of the building, parking a couple hundred feet away from the closed garage door to warehouse 19. "You guys ready to walk into what is likely a trap full of vampires?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Madison said. "There should only be five of them."

"Oh, is that all?"

Sam nodded, "Madison will take us in, and Andy will take the girl to safety."

"Once the kid is out of harm's way, I'll try to take Kate out," Madison added.

"Be careful with what you guys say. They have super hearing, remember?" Dean said, shutting off the ignition, and went around to the trunk. "Andy." He gestured for her to look at the lock combination as he opened the false bottom to the weapons cache, then handed her the keys in case she needed to make a quick getaway should their exchange not work out as planned.

Andy took Dean's machete with the sheath and the crossbow with the bolts, and Dean picked up their last vial of dead man's blood, shaking it to watch the contents swish back and forth before tossing it to Sam.

Sam reflexively caught it and fixed him with a look. "What if I didn't catch that?"

"Oh, well, I thought you were paying attention," Dean smirked and took one of his silver spear point throwing knives and held it out for him to coat it with the dead man's blood.

Sam hoped they wouldn't be frisked. He pushed the plunger enough for a few drops of blood on the knife. "You sure you had enough practice with those?"

"Of course I'm sure," he said, tucking the knife into his boot.

Sam coated his Kershaw speed bump and closed it, then dropped some blood on Madison's switch blade he held out.

Andy took the syringe when he was done and capped it. "Be careful, you guys."

Dean looked at Madison and whispered, "You better put on one hell of a performance."

Madison slapped him on the back and grinned, "Have a little faith."

"I do have little faith."

Andy pulled Dean aside to give him a kiss on the cheek before letting them walk ahead of her. He looked back over his shoulder to give her a reassuring wink. Madison tapped the metal garage door to the warehouse and the door started opening upwards. When it cleared Sam's head, Madison gave them both a shove inside.

Dean looked back at Madison with an annoyed reaction to the sudden shove. "You're enjoying this a little too much."

"Callate, pinche perro." Madison gave him another shove. Once they were in the middle of the room, he stopped. "On your knees." He looked around, noting the exits: one behind Kate on the left, leading to an adjoining room, and one on the right behind the grated staircase, leading outside. The staircase with the bright yellow handrails on the right led up to a metal platform that stretched across the small room to a wooden door on the upper floor. He also knew there were more than just the three vampires they saw in the room. He recognized the three vampires from Antonio's memory: Kate, Frank, and Nicholas.

Dean and Sam both obeyed, kneeling in front of Kate and the two lackeys behind her.

"You're late, Antonio," Kate said.

"This idiota got lost," he said, "but I brought them to you just like I said I would."

"I didn't get lost, I missed a turn-" Dean said, interrupted by a slap upside the head from Madison. He clenched his jaw and knew he should have seen that coming.

Frank, the muscular vampire in back with the shaved head and goatee, walked up to Dean and started frisking him.

Madison looked at him, annoyed, "You think I brought them in here packing? Don't be stupid."

"Just tie them up," Kate said, picking up a rope and tossing it to Madison. Frank picked up the rope on the crate behind him and went to tying Dean's hands tightly behind his back. Kate looked past them at Andy with the crossbow. "You know that bitch has an arrow aimed at you, Antonio?"

"She thinks if we screw them over, it'll help, but she knows if she tries anything, they're dead," Madison reassured her as he loosely wrapped Sam's hands with the rope.

"You have us," Dean said. "Now send the little girl over to Andy."

"Sharon!" Kate shouted. A young blonde vampire emerged from the room on the left with a little girl clutching her dolly. "See? I'm true to my word."

Andy waved her over, "Come to me, kiddo. I'll take you back home to dad." The little girl ran between Sam and Dean over to Andy. She lowered her crossbow to catch her in her arms. "It's okay," she said, petting her hair. "You see that shiny black car behind me?" When the little girl looked past her and nodded, Andy said, "Go get in the back seat and lock the door."

Madison walked over to stand beside Kate and crossed his arms, slipping his hand into his jacket for his blood tipped switchblade.

Kate glowered at Andy. "What do you think you're doing, girl?"

"I don't think she likes you threatening her friends," Madison said and turned, switching his knife open, and stabbed Kate in the heart. "Can't say I'm fond of the idea either."

Kate cried out, startled and in pain, and clutched at the knife with a shaky hand. "Bastard!"

Andy slid the machete across the floor to Dean and took aim at Frank with the crossbow, but he quickly pulled Dean up to his feet, blocking her shot.

"Kill them!" Kate screamed, pulling the knife out of her chest and dropping it on the floor.

Nicholas, the lean vamp in back, went for Andy, assuming Sam and Dean were both restrained for the time being. She backed up, taking a shot at Sharon, but the bolt only grazed her arm and bounced off the wall behind her as she moved out of the way.

Sam easily shook the ropes off and brought his knife out, tackling Nicholas as Andy reloaded her crossbow. He punched him across the face and stabbed him in the chest, subduing him with the dead man's blood.

Dean slammed his back against Frank and jerked out of his grasp. He struggled against his ropes, unable to free his hands, and backed up, ducking a punch. He kicked Frank in the stomach like he would break down a door, sending him reeling back into the crates behind him. "Sam! Cut me loose!" He turned his back to Sam, wiggling his hands at him.

Andy shot Frank with the crossbow when she got a clear shot of him after Dean kicked him away. As Sam went to help Dean, Sharon extended her fangs and rushed him. "Sam, look out!" Andy shouted, unable to reload her crossbow in time to cover him.

Sam left the knife in Dean's hand so he could cut the rope and turned, grabbing Sharon by her wrists when she lunged for him. He kneed her in the stomach and tripped her as he pulled her to the side to knock her off her feet.

Kate backed up against the stairwell and took the steps up two at a time, still gripping her chest. "Antonio, they're going to kill you too!"

Madison picked his knife up off the ground and switched the blade closed, then picked up the blood covered bolt off the ground that Andy had shot at the vampire Sam was fighting. When Nicholas staggered to his feet and threw Dean to the ground, Madison came up behind him and jammed the arrow up from the base of his skull. Nicholas toppled to the floor, and Madison helped Dean up.

"Thanks," he said, shaking off the ropes. He picked his machete up off the ground and hacked Nicholas' head off so he wouldn't get back up. He heard a grunt beside him as Frank was plugged with another bolt and turned, too slow to dodge the incoming jab to his face. He ducked the second blow and tackled Frank to the ground, then raised the machete up to hack into his neck.

"Stop!" A woman's firm but pleasant voice caused everyone to halt and turn in her direction. "Why, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Dean."

"You again! You're the one that brought us here?"

Marilyn wore a cream colored sundress reminiscent of the fifties and her blond hair was done up in curls. "Y'all killed my children. Did you really think I'd forget about it?"

"I thought Gordon would have detached that head of yours from your body by now."

"I'm pleased to say you were wrong," she said and held her hand out toward the doorway, beckoning someone closer. "There's been a change of plans." A little boy walked across the platform and took her hand, looking up at her.

"You had two kids?" Dean said and shot Madison a look, wondering why he didn't warn them.

Madison looked back at him and raised his hands up. "They don't tell me everything! All I knew was we were missing a vampire."

"Antonio, aren't you a sorry man," Marilyn said, looking down at Madison. "I really thought we were like two peas in a pod."

Madison shrugged, "He thought so too."

Marilyn tilted her head, realizing he may not be Antonio at all, though she couldn't understand it. She placed her hand on the boy's shoulder. "Y'all need to take a step back now. I reckon you don't want this little one's blood on your hands."

"Dean." Sam stepped away from the female vamp and watched as Dean and Madi reluctantly did the same. "There... let the boy go and we'll leave."

"Darlin', what would I gain out of a deal like that?"

"Oh, I dunno, you get to keep your head?" Dean offered.

"I plan on keepin' it either way. I'll let you two go, but I want Andy. She was my prize before."

Kate protested, "Wait, what? We agreed on the Winchesters!"

"Quiet your tone, honey. You're laid up and you lost one of your boys. If I hadn't stepped in, I'm afraid you might not have made it."

"You think we're going to leave Andy with you? Are you crazy?" Dean said.

Marilyn pet the boy's hair, looking down at him with affection. "It all depends on where your priorities lie, I suppose."

"I'll do it," Andy said, setting down the crossbow.

"Andy!" Dean looked back at her.

"It's a kid, Dean," Andy said, walking toward the stairs.

"Come along then, darlin'," Marilyn smiled. "Up the stairs."

"Wait!" Sam stuck his arm out to block Andy. "Take me instead. I'll go." He opened his arms invitingly. "I'm unarmed."

Dean looked at Sam and Andy. "Hey, now, wait just a minute. If anyone's going, it's gonna be me."

Marilyn let out a mellifluous chuckle and shook her head, smiling. "Isn't this cute. Y'all wanna come along. But I'll only take one of you. I'm afraid I'd just have my hands full with all three of you," she said, apologetically, and looked at Sam. "Come along then, Sam. As much as I wanted to bond with dear Andy and put her in curls and a sun dress, I'd be just as happy takin' your arm."

Dean looked at Sam. "Dude, she plans to cut off your arm."

"I don't think she meant that literally. Don't worry, I'll be fine," he said and walked up the stairs, followed by Sharon and Frank.

When Sam made it to the top of the stairs, Marilyn put her hand on him to stop him as Kate and the others walked past them to open the door. She knelt down, caressing the boy's cheek with her hand. "Now, what did I tell you, sweetie pie?"

"Behave myself," he repeated.

"That's a good little boy. Now, you go on down to that handsome gentleman down there," she said, taking her hand off him. She hooked her arm around Sam's and smiled down at Dean. "Y'all take care now." She went through the door with Sam, and Frank shut and locked it behind her.

As soon as they moved into the backroom, Sam looked for a way out. There was another garage door at the back of the building leading out to the docks, and it was open. The difficult part, he guessed, would be getting past Marilyn, who hung on his arm. Then, there was Kate in front of him and the two vampires on his heels that would also try to stop him. "So, what is your plan now?" he asked when the door shut behind him.

Marilyn smiled, releasing his arm, and laughed dismissively, "We needn't rush things, honey. We'll go back to my house for some sweet tea and cornbread." She paused, looking up at him, "You do like sweet tea, right?"

Sam's lips twitched in a forced smile. "Sure."

"You lack conviction in your answer," she said with a furrowed brow. "I can understand your aversion to blood, but unsweetened tea is an abomination." She shook her head and smiled, speaking quickly as she got caught up in her thoughts, "I'm sure you can appreciate fresh cornbread. Don't even answer. It'll taste even better with the sweet tea, believe me. Do you like cake?" She waved her hand, "Oh, let's get our minds off food, shall we? It's makin' me hungry and not for a traditional supper. I'll cook for you later though. I wouldn't let you go hungry. That would make me a terrible host." She saw the look of concern pass over him and gasped, "Oh, my heavens, how rude of me. I should have asked if you have any food allergies. Before I changed, I had an allergy to shellfish. I don't anymore, but I still don't eat them. My momma would roll over in her grave if she heard me say it, but oysters have the consistency of... a certain bodily fluid that should never be ingested."

"I, uh... no, I don't have food allergies... and now I for sure won't eat another oyster again."

She moved closer to Sam, and he didn't budge, but he was wary of her proximity, keeping his eyes on her. "Pardon my manners, Sam, but you have a very strange smell about you," she said slowly, then took a step back. "You needn't worry about being bitten. I have the feelin' you might give me a stomach ache."

"I... smell different?"

"Yes. You are different. But I am still happy to have you. Come along then, before the others try to intervene," she said and took two steps down the stairwell. She stopped when he spoke again.

"Why did you kidnap those kids? Doesn't seem very... ladylike."

She turned. "This conversation can wait until we have our sweet tea-"

"No, it can't."

She held up her hand to Frank when she saw that he was about to give Sam a push. She smiled, "It was part of the arrangement with Kate. She abducted the girl to draw y'all here. The boy... I adopted him after a very unfortunate car accident."

"You mean..."

She continued defensively, "When you see a child dying and you can save him, you don't just let him die. I'm not an animal."

Kate growled, "Enough talking, Marilyn. You're going to get us all killed."

She put her hand over her heart, taken aback. "Watch your tone, dear. It's very unbecoming of you."

Sam glanced back at Frank, then looked at Marilyn. "So, now you're saying you have a heart? What would you have done to the little girl if we didn't show or make it in time?"

"I hadn't considered the possibility that y'all would leave a helpless little girl with a bunch of vampires," she smiled. "Did it cross your mind?" She knew the answer, so she turned and waved her hand. "Come along now."

Sam took a step forward and grabbed Kate, quickly pushing her over the railing, then turned and punched Frank in the throat and kicked the side of his knee, causing him to buckle before he could react. Marilyn turned and caught Sharon when Sam shoved her down the stairs. He jumped down the steps three and four at a time, nearly losing his footing on the way down.

Marilyn looked up at Frank, masking her stress over the situation. "Be a dear and fetch our guest for me. I need to teach him some manners." When Frank ran past her down the stairs, she gripped Sharon firmly by the shoulders, holding her upright. "You go home now and get some rest. You're the only one of mine I have left, and I don't want you to end up like the rest of them."

"But what about you?"

"I'll be home in time for supper," she said, releasing Sharon.

Dean looked at the boy and motioned for him to come. "Come on, we'll get you to safety, little guy. What's your name?"

"We can still take 'em out," Madison said, looking at the door upstairs. "Just have him sit in the car with the other one, and we'll go in around back."

"One of us should make sure they actually make it out of here safely," Andy said. "Not 'it'!"

Dean fixed Andy with a look. "I'm not leaving you behind, and I'm not letting her drive my car!"

The boy looked up at the door where Marilyn went away and walked dejectedly toward Dean. As he closed the distance between them, the scent of Dean's blood was overpowering, and his vampiric urges kicked in. He extended his fangs and leapt at Dean once he was close enough.

"What the-!?" Dean dropped his machete and grabbed a hold of the kid by his arm and shoulder, falling backwards from his weight as he tried to bite Dean.

"Dean!" Andy ran over and grabbed the kid by the back of his jacket and jerked him back. The boy snarled and writhed, turning in Andy's grasp to slip out of his jacket.

"That monster turned the kid! I'm gonna rip her head off with my bare hands!"

Madison ran over to the boy and punched him across the face, hoping to knock him out, but the boy instead leapt onto him and tried to bite his neck. Gripping the child by the throat, Madison slowly pried him off, holding his teeth back from puncturing his neck, but he was stronger than any ordinary child. "Kill it!" he grunted. Andy picked up the machete and ran over to help Madison. She raised the machete but hesitated. "Andy!" Madison shouted.

"Give me your knife! We can subdue him with the dead man's blood!"

When Madison cried out because the boy bit into his wrist, Dean took the machete from Andy's hand and raised it.

"Dean, wait!"

He hacked off the boy's head.

"Dean!" Andy stepped back, horrified and disappointed. "He was just a child!"

"It was a monster, Andy," Dean said, reminding himself of that fact just as much. He felt horrible. But he acted on instinct.

"But Sam said not all vampires are bad. He still had a chance."

Sitting up, Madison pulled his sleeve up and examined his wrist. "Dean did the right thing. The boy was too young. He couldn't control his urges. He wasn't going to be able to mature enough to learn how to."

Dean bit in the inside of his cheek. He knew Madison was right. He did what he had to. But now wasn't the time to consider whether or not what he did was right. "We need to go get Sam. You two circle around the warehouse, and I'll go through that door."

"You got it, jefe," Madison said, walking out through the garage.

"Andy," Dean said, offering her the machete. "In case you run into trouble. That crossbow might not cut it."

She took it, looking at the boy's blood dripping from the blade.

"You okay?"

"I will be."

He wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what. "I'll meet you around back. Be careful." He went to the heavy steel door behind the crates. It was dead bolted, and he knew he couldn't break through, so he went up the stairwell to follow them through the wooden door. The walkway rattled and creaked as he ran across it. After breaking the door down, he could see the room was already empty.

Sam ran straight ahead and into a maze of industrial shipping containers. When he heard footfalls gaining on him, he looked back to see Frank giving chase. He slipped between two containers and ran into another corridor of containers towering above him. He was trying to circle back toward the side of the warehouse. If he'd kept running straight, he might have reached the dock, but he didn't want to swim away from the vampires. He wanted to get back to the impala.

When he looked back again and saw Frank right behind him, he knew he couldn't outrun him. He waited for the incoming tackle and turned his body as Frank leapt toward him, grabbing him around the waist. They crashed against the pavement and rolled on the ground vying for the top position until Sam sat up with one knee across Frank's stomach to prevent him from sitting up and punched him in the face.

Frank punched at Sam's side and grabbed his shirt with the other hand. Ignoring the strikes against him, Sam kept punching Frank in the face, aiming for his eyes and cheeks. When Marilyn caught up to them, she grabbed Sam by the back of his shirt and yanked him off Frank, then brought her forearm across his throat to put him in a headlock. She didn't squeeze to choke him; she only wanted to control him.

"Sam, I am very disappointed in you. I had hoped we could take things slow, but I'm afraid we're going to have to move this along now." Marilyn raised her eyebrows, addressing the fallen vampire at her feet pointedly, "Frank, I understand you've been poisoned with a dead man's blood, but you have got to gather your wits, honey. Now, hold him still for me."

Frank stood up and stumbled over to them, catching and holding Sam's wrists when he tried to hit him again. He held Sam's wrists over his chest and pushed him back, pinning him to the ground after Marilyn released him. "Let's kill him and get out of here."

Marilyn scoffed, "Don't be silly, Frank. I never intended to kill him." She pressed her skirt against her lap as she knelt down. "Sam, it's a shame you've suddenly become so reluctant to come with me." He looked confused and a little scared as she tucked one of her blonde curls behind her ear and leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. "I do hope you'll reconsider and join me. I can make your stay very comfortable."

Frank looked up at her, confused. "Just turn him already!"

Marilyn gave Frank a look of warning not to interrupt her again. "I'm giving you a choice, Sam. I wasn't going to before, but I am going to now."

"Why?"

"Because you're already a monster, darlin'. Just some other sort."

Sam's face hardened and he struggled against Frank's hold. "I'd rather die than become a vampire."

Marilyn could hear Dean in the distance and stood up. "I was afraid you might say that," she sighed. "As much as I enjoy your company, Sam, I think it best we never meet again."

"Can I kill him now?" Frank asked, looking up at her.

Marilyn smiled, "You're welcome to try." She walked past Frank and looked over her shoulder, spotting Dean in the distance running toward them. She slipped between the shipping containers to circle back around to her car.

"I'm going to get to taste just how funky your blood is," Frank grinned and extended his fangs.

"HEY!" Dean shouted, "Let go of him!" He held his throwing knife in hand as he slowed down, walking toward Frank. As soon as the vampire looked up, Dean threw it as hard as he could, hitting him in the forehead. Frank went stiff and fell back. Dean rushed to Sam's side and knelt down beside him, worried. "Sammy, are you okay? Were you bit?"

"No, I'm fine," he said, pushing Frank off of him. "She wanted me to join her."

Frank sat up and pulled the knife out. "I'm going to kill each one of y-" He was interrupted by a crossbow bolt hitting him in the chest and cried out in pain.

"Nice shot," Dean said, looking back at Andy as he helped Sam stand.

Andy walked over with the machete and hesitated.

"I can do it," Dean offered.

"No, I got it," she said and swung the machete down when she had a clear shot at Frank's neck, nearly cutting straight through. She finished the job with a second swing.

Dean walked over to her and put his arm around her. She closed her eyes and put her arms around him, knowing she wouldn't be able to forget the way that felt. But it was trying to hurt Sam, and she knew she needed to be able to behead a vampire to be an effective hunter. It just wasn't easy the first time. Not that she was sure it would be any easier the second.

Sam took the machete from her hand. "Marilyn ran off when she heard you coming. I think she ran that way."

When Madison was making his way around the warehouse, he saw Marilyn heading toward her car and immediately positioned himself between them. "Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast."

"You're not Antonio, are you?" Marilyn asked, stopping a few feet away.

Madison shook his head.

"Did you kill him?"

"Eh, not exactly, but I think the gators are chewing him up."

Marilyn looked appalled. "You are barbaric. That is a deplorable method of elimination. Have you no decency?"

Madison shrugged, "Not sure how it works for you vampires, but maybe he'll find a way to reattach his limbs."

Marilyn glanced back over her shoulder. "Get out of my way. I won't have you stall me until those Winchesters show up."

"You see right through me," Madison shook his head and opened his switchblade, watching her movement.

Marilyn lunged at Madison fast, and when he tried to slash her, she caught him by the wrist and turned her body, throwing him into her car. Madison hit the window hard enough to break it with his shoulder, but the leather jacket protected his skin from being cut by the glass. She grabbed him by his jacket, lifting him to his feet. "You and those Winchesters are such thorns in my side."

"We get that a lot." He remembered vampires have super hearing and cupped his hands as he brought them up, slapping them against her ears, stunning her momentarily. Seeing his chance, he lifted his arm and drove his elbow down against her nose to make her take a step back.

Marilyn yelped in pain but recovered quickly and gripped him by the jacket again, lifted him off the ground, and threw him into the pavement a couple feet away. She took a step toward him and looked down in horror at the blood spatter on her chest. "My dress! It's ruined!" She reached down, disgusted and enraged, to grip Madison by the throat.

Madison stabbed her in the heart with his switchblade, confused when it didn't seem to have any effect whatsoever on her, except to piss her off. But when he'd stabbed Kate, he'd used all the dead man's blood on the knife. He tried to break her grip on his throat, but she was too strong, and she was crushing his windpipe.

Marilyn curled her lip, "Did you think vampires have an allergy to silver? I'm not a shapeshifter, darling." She looked at the knife in his hand. "Oh. But you are." She grabbed the knife in Madison's hand, but he bucked his hips and tore his hand away, throwing the knife as far away from them as he could. "Ugh." She looked disgusted at the slab of flesh that ripped off Madison's wrist. "Well, you are a slippery one."

Dean was running behind Sam. "Crap, Maditonio is down!"

"MARILYN! STOP!" Sam ran as fast as he could, ignoring the burning in his lungs.

Marilyn released Madison and ran to the car to sit in the driver's seat. She patted herself down and looked all around for her keys, then looked out the window. Her eyes widened when she saw Madison jingling her keys with an agonized grin on his face. "You!"

Sam ran to Madison's side and stopped as Marilyn stepped out of the car to retrieve her keys. He held the machete at his side, ready to take a swing at her. She stood back, on guard.

Andy helped Madison to his feet. "Are you okay?"

Madison nodded and gave a thumbs up, unable to speak with his throat crushed.

Dean joined them, panting, and looked at Andy. "When the hell did you get to be so fast?" He moved around the other side of Marilyn to flank her, still catching his breath.

Marilyn backed up until she was standing against her car, keeping a close eye on Sam. "Well, I see I'm in a bit of a pickle."

Dean quickly stepped toward her, closing the distance between them, and threw a punch, which Marilyn blocked with her forearm. She pushed him away and moved to the side as Sam brought the machete downward, clanging against her car. She struck Sam in the chest and push-kicked him away from her. When Andy came up behind her and wrapped her arms around hers, pinning them at her sides, Marilyn threw her head back, hitting Andy on the nose, stunning her. Then, she picked her up and threw her over the hood of the car.

Andy rolled off the hood, landing clumsily on her feet, and held her nose in pain. "Mother f... ugh..." she grimaced and whimpered as pain throbbed through her face, making her dizzy.

"Andy!" Dean charged Marilyn, wrapping his arms wound her waist, driving her back into the car door. She clasped her hands together and slammed them down on Dean's back, knocking him down to a knee and forcing him to break his hold. He drove his shoulder into her stomach and got to his feet, but when he tried to throw a punch at her, she grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him toward her, bearing her fangs to bite him.

Sam moved in, punching her across her cheek. She retracted her fangs and released Dean to engage Sam. He raised his arm to block a looping punch and hit her cheek with the butt of the machete handle, then he kneed her in the stomach, causing her to double over, and brought his elbow down on the back of her head, knocking her to the ground. As she raised herself on her hands and knees, he raised the machete and brought it down on the back of her neck, beheading her. He sighed and his arms went lax at his sides.

Dean gave Madison a look over on his way around the car to check on Andy. "You okay?"

Madison nodded, still unable to speak.

He knelt down beside Andy. She was sniveling in pain in front of the car. "Let me see."

She lifted her head for him, blinking away tears, and a small trickle of blood dripped from her left nostril. "Is it broken?"

Dean inspected it and lifted her chin to look up her nostrils, then gently placed his fingertips on the sides of the bridge of her nose, feeling for any asymmetry or movement.

"I have a pen. I can set it if it's broken," Sam offered.

Andy's eyes widened and she looked at Sam in horror, then at Dean seeking reassurance.

"You're okay," Dean said. "I don't even see any swelling."

Andy heaved a sigh of relief and gingerly covered her nose with her hands. "It hurts."

Madison rasped, "Let's go get that kid back to her parents so I can go change."

Andy and Madison sat in the backseat with the little girl as Dean drove back to the Miami-Dade police department. Andy had no idea if the girl would grow up and forget about her captivity or if the trauma ran so deep that she would never recover. She knew how resilient children could be, but she also knew the lasting impact a trauma could have on a young impressionable mind, even if they didn't consciously think about it.

Dean called Clint and lied about where they found the girl and let him know they were on their way to the Miami-Dade police department. Clint was already off duty, but he drove out to the station as quickly as he could and intercepted them in the parking lot. Sam and Madison waited in the impala while Dean and Andy took the little girl to the entrance of the building.

"You guys are amazing," Clint said and knelt down to greet the little girl. "Hey, princess. You're safe now."

The girl squeezed Andy's hand and looked up at her, "Can I see my mommy now?"

Andy smiled and nodded, "Yeah. We're going to call them and let them know you're safe."

Clint looked up at Andy, then at Dean. "I don't suppose, uh, you guys could say I helped? I mean, I was out looking, I just didn't look in the right places..."

Dean really couldn't care less. The less attention on himself, the better. "Sure. In fact, why don't you take her in?"

Andy looked at him, a little surprised, but relinquished the little girl's hand when Clint reached for it and stood up.

"Did I mention I'm buying you all a round? Make it two," he grinned. He gave them an address to a bar he frequented and said he'd be there in half an hour to celebrate.

They returned to the motel to change into their casual clothes, and Madison checked into her own room and changed back into her usual Swedish model skin. As much as Andy didn't want to see any more of Clint than she had to, a night out on the town sounded like a good change of pace from what they'd just went through. Dean walked in with Sam and Andy and looked around. "Not a bad place. The ground isn't sticky at least."

"This is nicer than most of the places you choose," Sam said.

"I wonder if this is where the cops and badge bunnies mingle," Andy said. She followed Dean and took a seat between him and Clint, across from Sam.

"Hey, guys! Glad you could make it," Clint grinned.

"Pass up a chance for some free beer? I'd have to be out of my mind," Dean said. "Are other people from the department coming to celebrate?"

"Nah. I told 'em I had a hot date. I figured a private party would be better," he said, waving a waitress over. "Thanks again, you guys, really. Letting me take the girl in like that, you're a gentleman and a scholar."

"No problem. Just remember that if I ever get a speeding ticket in the area."

"I've got your back."

The waitress delivered four beers to the table, and Andy slid hers over to Dean. "I'm the designated driver tonight."

"You still don't drink, huh?" Clint toasted Dean. "Well, then, her loss is your gain."

Sam sipped his beer and looked around the table, noticing a sudden awkward silence as they all took a swig but Andy.

Clint looked at Sam. "So, I don't think we were properly introduced. I'm Clint."

"Sam."

"You're Harrison's partner, right? And Andy still has her training wheels on?"

"Name's Dean," Dean added. "I wouldn't say she still has her training wheels on."

Clint looked at Andy and grinned. "Good for you, girl. So, what have you been up to? Besides becoming an FBI agent. Such a big shot."

"I got four books published."

"Wow. Congrats. I always wondered when I'd be seeing a movie based off something you wrote."

"Yeah, not that big of a big shot yet."

"Least you have something to do once you retire from the agency. Me, I'm saving up for a boat. When I retire, I'll only wear Hawaiian shirts, and I'll sail around and lose track of time. Maybe throw some parties," he said and took another swig of his beer. He looked at Sam. "You play basketball, Sam?"

"Uh... no."

"Sam," Andy nudged his foot under the table. "You're supposed to say, 'Yeah, do you play miniature golf?'"

"Hey," Dean looked at her, betrayed. "He and I are the same height!"

Andy grinned.

Clint chuckled, "Too bad. I frequent the courts, and I could use another player on my team."

"Sam is a crack shot with a gun, but he gets two left feet when he has to dribble a basketball," Dean said, smiling behind the mouth of his beer bottle.

"I'm not that bad," Sam said defensively, "But we're leaving town tomorrow."

"Oh, alright," Clint shrugged.

"So, I hear you were in the Marines," Dean said.

"That's right," Clint said, shooting Andy a look. "Are you a former Marine too?"

"Nah, not me. My dad was in the marines."

Clint raised his beer. "Hoorah."

"Hoorah!" Dean clinked his beer again. "Tell us some stories."

"Ha ha, well, I don't have that many."

"He's got plenty," Andy said. "Tell him about the prank that guy pulled on you."

Clint started laughing and set his beer down. "Oh, man, Robert that bastard. Alright, so, there was this private that I was constantly busting for stuff because he kept getting in trouble. Well, one day, I'm on the head and all of a sudden I hear, 'Oh crap! Oh no!' then, in comes a grenade, rolling into my stall. So, my natural instinct is, of course, to get the hell outta there! I hop off that toilet, stepping right out of my shorts and pulling up my underwear as I book it out of the latrine only to find Robert and some of my buddies cracking up outside. The bastard threw a dummy grenade into my stall!"

Dean laughed, "Tell me you got him back."

"Damn straight I did! but I think peeling all those potatoes was worth it to him."

"Keep 'em coming."

"I've been stationed in a bunch of places, and I was there for the invasion of Iraq."

"That must have been intense."

"Hell yeah, it was. Being an MP, I still had to go out into the field, and those moments when you're driving through the streets and you don't know if there's a gunner in a window or on a roof... Man."

"Danger around every turn... I don't know if I could handle that every day."

Andy snorted and looked up, realizing it was audible. Only Sam noticed.

"I'm sure you guys see some really gnarly stuff," Clint said, gesturing for another round to the waitress.

"What'd you guys do to unwind while out there?" Dean asked.

"We found fun when we could," he said, finishing off his beer, and glanced at Andy. "I'm gonna go put some music on." He stood up and walked to the end of the bar where the jukebox was set against the wall and put on 'All My Loving' by The Beatles.

When the song came on and Clint came back, Dean gave him a nod of approval. "The Beatles! Nice. You have good taste."

"Thanks. This is one of my favorites," he said, glancing at Andy again. "I used to listen to it while overseas."

She tried really hard not to glare at Clint and resisted rolling her eyes before standing up. "I'm gonna get a breath of fresh air and call Madi, see when she's gonna get here."

"Everything okay?" Dean asked, noticing how abruptly she wanted to leave.

"Yep," she smiled and walked out.

"So, you guys get sent all over the country or something?" Clint asked, starting in on his second beer. "I thought about joining the FBI once, but I decided I'd rather go for detective with the department. You guys ever run into any Buffalo Bill type cases?"

Dean nodded, starting on Andy's beer. "We've had a few doozies."

Sam stood up. "I'm gonna go get some fresh air too." He stepped outside and leaned against the wall beside Andy. "Are you okay?"

She sighed, "Yeah. No. I don't know. I feel like I walked into the Twilight zone." She looked through the window at Dean laughing and Clint telling another one of his stories. "It's just a little weird. I haven't seen him in years, and I didn't want to ever see him again. But he's acting like nothing ever happened. And Dean seems to like him."

"Would you rather Dean hate him?"

"No, I guess not," she said, scuffing the bottom of her shoe against the concrete as she thought about it. "I know he's a decent human being. He's always wanted to 'change the world' by policing it. And I wish I didn't feel weird about seeing him again. It's been five years, and I feel ridiculous for having trouble letting go."

"You still have feelings for him?"

"No. Just a lot of resentment," she admitted. "And that he just played our song really made me want to punch him. Why would he do that?" she asked, looking up at him for an answer.

"Maybe to try to rekindle something," Sam said honestly. He'd noticed the looks Clint kept giving her.

"Ugh. Puke."

"You're not the same person you were back then."

"You can say that again."

"So, don't let him bring you down. You don't have to keep acting like FBI Agent Andy. Just be yourself. We're leaving tomorrow anyway."

She looked at them through the window again and gave Sam a pathetic frown. "I need a hug."

Sam smiled and opened his arms. She stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She felt better already. Sam's hug gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling as he wrapped his arms around her like a comfort blanket and squeezed. He didn't say it, but he needed it as badly as she did. "Thanks, Sasquatch," she mumbled against his arm.

"Sasquatch?"

"Yeah, I can't call you Sammy, so you get a different nickname from me."

Sam furrowed his brow. "I think I prefer Sammy to 'Sasquatch.'"

"Noted," she grinned, looking up at him.

"Wait-"

"You said it! No backsies." She pulled away and opened the heavy door back to the bar. "Let's go."

"Did you call Madi?"

"She didn't pick up."

"I'm gonna wait out here for her. You go ahead."

"Okay. Thanks, Sam," she smiled and went inside. She walked up behind Dean and wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned over his shoulder to kiss him on the cheek.

Dean turned his head to kiss her lips and smiled. "Hey. Everything okay?"

"Mmhm," she smiled, kissing him again.

"You coulda told me you two were together," Clint said, looking at Dean, a little embarrassed. "I mean, now I kinda feel like a jackass for what I said back at the crime scene."

Andy raised an eyebrow. "What'd you say back at the crime scene?"

Clint shrugged, taking another swig of his beer. "Nothin'."

Sam waited outside for a few minutes on the sidewalk until he saw Madison pull up in her rental car. She walked inside with him and took a seat on a stool at the bar. Sam retrieved his half empty beer from the table and went to sit with her. She swiveled her stool to face him and rested her elbow on the counter and her chin in her hand. "So, were you going to call me again if you didn't need my help?"

"Yes. Madi, I'm sorry-"

"Wow, there's that puppy dog face."

He smiled, "Really, I am. I've just had a lot on my mind."

"Well, I'm glad you checked in with me after you were possessed."

"I'm glad I didn't call you while I was out of control..."

"Maybe I could have helped if you had."

"Or I could have killed you."

"You're in control now," she said, tilting her head. "So, what's on your mind? Is it the psychic kids?"

Sam swallowed and looked at his beer. "That's part of it. It got me thinking about my destiny."

"But that's not all. What else?"

Sam sighed and looked her. "Have you ever had to kill someone you didn't want to?"

"More often than I'd like," she said gently, "What happened?"

He turned the bottle in his hand. "She was... innocent."

Madison raised her eyebrows. "Oh." That was something she couldn't entirely fathom. She had never killed an innocent. But she didn't want to make Sam feel worse by saying so.

"I mean, she couldn't control herself," he said, looking at her. "She killed people, but she didn't know. She didn't mean to."

She sensed that he must have had feelings for her, whoever she was, because it wouldn't be the first time he'd killed somebody 'innocent' by that definition. What were the people possessed by demons? "A lot of monsters are victims. They can't all help what they are. Are you afraid you'll end up like her?"

"I just hate that I couldn't save her. She was a werewolf, and we tried to find a cure. We tried killing the wolf that sired her. But it didn't stop the curse."

"I'm sorry."

"She was a good person..."

Madison rested her hand on his knee and waited until he met her gaze. "So are you."

"The yellow eyed demon has plans for us. I used to think whatever happened, even if I'd died, I'd be saved. I mean, that God would forgive me. But now..."

"You're losing faith?"

He paused, hating to say it. "Do you believe in God?"

She leaned sideways, resting her elbow against the counter again. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm not religious, but I believe in angels as much as I believe in demons. Maybe not traditionally but as creatures like the rest of us. Demons are all about being evil douche bags, so I guess angels would be the goody two shoes. Never met one but that doesn't mean they don't exist. As for God, I don't know if he's a singular entity or if all the deities in different religions and lore are real," she shrugged, "I guess you can call it faith that I think they're real. I don't pray to any of them though."

"I do," Sam said and took another drink from his beer. "But I feel alone."

"You're not alone. Whatever happens, we won't give up on saving you if you need saving."

He gave her a smile. "Thanks." He debated asking her something and hesitated.

Madison crossed her legs and rubbed her foot against his shin. "What else is on your mind?"

"Before January... had we met before?"

"Are you asking out of paranoia or because you think we have?"

"You just reminded me somebody."

"Is that your way of saying we all look alike?" she smirked, referring to her Korean skin.

Sam's mouth twitched in a smile. "No. Never mind."

She grinned, "I'm kidding. Tell me about her."

He felt strange talking about it, but she looked at him expectantly. "I only knew her for two weeks. She used to eat lunch with me in high school."

"And?"

"She had a few classes with Dean. And," he cracked a smile, "I helped her on a research paper. It turned into a sort of ghost hunt if it really counted as one. Dean would have just said 'Let's salt and burn her bones, problem solved,' but she wanted to do it the old fashioned way. Help the ghost find the light by helping her with her unfinished business."

"What about the last time you saw her?"

"I was the one that usually left people behind. Dad was always moving us from school to school. But after school one day, she had to go. Something was wrong. I didn't see her again after that."

"I think you're forgetting something."

"What?"

She leaned forward, resting her weight on his knee, and kissed his lips. "The two weeks I had at Clearbrook were the closest I came to being normal. And you were the closest thing I ever had to a friend," she said quietly and kissed him again.

He reciprocated her kiss and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Even though he'd suspected it, he was still in disbelief. "That was you? What happened?"

She sat back on her stool and motioned to the bartender. "Whiskey." She looked at Sam and said, "My dad taught me to be careful and how to stay out of sight. But I was reckless and I did the worst thing I could. I put them in danger because I broke the cardinal rule of shapeshifters. My eyes were broadcasted nationwide." She took her shot and pushed the glass toward the bartender for a refill. "But it wasn't the hunters I needed to be afraid of. My dad could have handled that. He was respected enough in the community that they'd've left it alone if he said he handled it."

"You were afraid your real father was hunting you?"

"Yeah. I think he killed my parents. I couldn't go home to see. After I left school that day, I was on my own. First thing I did was go see Bobby, but I didn't stay long. I didn't want to lead anything back to him, and I needed to get as far away from home as I could."

"And your parents? Did you ever go back?"

"No. Bobby did. He found their bodies and gave them a hunter's burial."

"I'm sorry," he said, putting his hand over hers. "I'm glad you're okay. I'd always wondered what happened to you. And I never thought I'd see you again."

"Or that I'd be a shapeshifter-"

"Or a hunter."

Madison smiled, "You weren't at least a little suspicious when we went on a ghost hunt at school?"

"I just thought you were weird," he chuckled. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she winked.

Clint hung up with his boss. "Guys, I got called back in for a double shift. They just found a massacre and need more officers on duty." He sighed and grabbed his coat as he stood up. "Damn, I probably shouldn't have mentioned it. You didn't hear it from me."

Dean shrugged, "We're off duty. Thanks for the drinks."

"You're welcome. Thanks for your help with the kid."

"You're okay to go back in to work and drive?" Andy asked, looking at the two and a half empty beers on the table.

"I'm fine. I'll have some coffee," he said. "It was good seein' you again, Andy."

"Take care," she said. After he walked away, she kissed Dean again and nudged him, looking over at the empty pool table. "Let's get Sam and Madi to play some pool with us."

"Sure." Dean stood up and walked up behind them. "You two are getting along."

"You sound like you were expecting different," Sam looked at him, trying to judge whether or not he was tipsy yet.

"Well, I thought I'd have to pull her off you by now, since you hadn't called and all."

Madison smirked, "I might be on him later, but I don't want you pulling me off."

Sam cleared his throat, smiling, and a little embarrassed.

"And on that note, who wants to play some pool?" Andy said, holding up a pool cue.

"You're on. We're gonna wipe the floor with you two," Madison grinned.

"Waaaait a minute," Andy said, narrowing her eyes at them. "Sam's the pool shark, and I've only played once before. I should be on his team." She saw the look of disappointment on Dean's face and felt bad. "I'm going to be his handicap. We need to make sure the teams are fair."

Dean asked Madison, "Are you as good at pool as you are at hunting?"

"It's not how I make my money, but I'm pretty decent."

"Decent, huh? We're so screwed."

"Hey, I said pretty decent."

Sam walked around the pool table to pick up a cue. "C'mon, guys... I appreciate the flattery, but I'm not some god of billiards or anything."

"Don't sell yourself short, Sam," Andy grinned. "You pull in a lot of cash with your skills. And if we win with me on your team, that'll just prove that you are a god of billiards."

"You're a quick-study. You'll do fine," Sam assured her.

"There's something in it for you if you don't do fine, Andy," Dean said.

"Seriously, Dean?" Sam stared at him. "If you're gonna conspire to cheat, at least do it when I can't hear you."

Madison slapped Dean on the back. "Come on, Dean, we'll win. I'm very competitive."

Andy laughed, "Just think: if you lose, she'll hold it against you and bring it up every time we're around a pool table."

"Good point," Dean said, setting the balls out and grabbing the triangle. "Let's win."

"Should I break?" Sam asked.

"Hell no. Let Andy break," Dean said, smiling at her.

Andy gave him a look and leaned over the edge of the table. When she tried to break, the balls barely nudged out of place. "That doesn't count."

Madison grinned at Dean, "We've got this in the bag."

"Hey, I'll get better," she said, moving aside so Sam could break. He didn't bungle it like she did. "I'll try not to break your back, since you're going to be carrying me through this game."

Dean eyed Sam, "Also, making the ball jump over another ball should be against the rules. This isn't golf."

"You can't make up rules like that," Sam said. "We're stripes."

"How about we make it a drinking game? Every time Andy misses-"

"Whoa, whoa-" Andy interrupted, "I don't want to give Sam alcohol poisoning."

"Okay, every time Andy's cue misses the ball when she takes her shot," Dean amended. "And if she knocks a stripe into a pocket, you take a shot." He did say he would get Sam drunk.

"Okay, and how are we supposed to get you two drunk?" Sam asked.

Dean and Madison exchanged looks. Dean's tolerance for alcohol was pretty high, but Madison's immune system flushed the alcohol out of her fairly quickly, making it difficult to get either of them drunk. "We'll take courtesy shots each turn," he offered.

Andy wasn't sure how offended she should be that he thought she was going to mess up every turn. She'd only played once before, so she wasn't good, but she didn't think she was that bad either. "It's on!"

"And what about if we win?" Sam said.

Dean shrugged, "Name your terms."

Andy grinned, "Losers have to wear the paper masks the rest of the night out!" Sam nodded his approval.

Dean scoffed and looked at Madison to see if they should take the bet. She gave him a reassuring nod. "Deal."