Okay you guys, I know this ones short. But the next two chapters will make up for it. I have the three final chapters typed up and ready to go. Sorry about the crazy schedule, school has been hectic. I'm gonna be doing a BUNCH of one shots soon, I got a ton of prompts and I'm writing them now :) If you have any stories you wanna see feel free to PM me. I love requests. Out of the three chapter's left, two of them have sex scenes. So I hope you enjoy. All my love 3

-Jen


By six o'clock that evening, Sam still hadn't returned.

"Dude, where the fuck are you?! This is my 3rd message. Why aren't you picking up?" Dean slammed his phone down on the scuffed wooden surface of the table, pacing anxiously back and forth practically creating foot-shaped indentations in the grimy motel room carpet. He dialed again, this time trying a different tactic. He'd call Bobby.

"Hello?" The man's gruff southern twang always gave Dean a sense of warmth and comfort. Bobby was the closest thing to a real paternal figure he'd ever get.

"Bobby, it's Sam, he's gone!" Dean realized how frantic he actually sounded. But why shouldn't he be frantic? Sam was his baby brother and he was fucking missing.

"What in the hell are you talkin' bout boy? Where's John?!"

"On a hunt," Dean was actually surprised Bobby even had to ask.

"Right, well where was he last?"

"Our new school in Michigan, kids has been going missing left and right."

There was no hesitation before Bobby was yelling, "Michigan?! Boy, are you high?! Michigan is home to one of the most vicious vamp nests in the states!"

Dean felt his heart stop.

"Bobby, please…tell me that's some sort of sick joke." His whole body was going numb as the color drained from his face. Sammy was missing, and a vicious vamp nest ruled this town. No! No. Sammy is fine. Sammy is fine.

"Dean," bobby's voice woke the boy from his trance, "You need to stay where you are, if Sam got mixed up with this nest, chances are-" Dean hung up the phone. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Bobby was gonna say. One sixteen year old boy against a nest of forty or fifty vamps, Sam didn't stand a chance. But Dean wasn't going down without a fight. His grabbed his favorite hunting knife and headed out slamming the door behind him.

The car seemed empty without Sam, everything just seemed lonelier. No brother to laugh at his jokes, or playfully punch him in the arm, or hold at night… He shook the thoughts away, Sam was a strong hunter. He was fine.

As he pulled into the school parking lot it seemed much emptier than it had been before. All the practices and PTA meetings were done. Yet, ten cars still remained. He wondered what they were doing here so late at night.

Dean glanced around, all the lights in the school were out but one. He'd start there first. As he made his way down the dark hallways he couldn't help the chill that ran up his spine, usually he'd have Dad or Sam here to stay by his side. Now he was alone, completely alone. He shone his flashlight on the engraved plates on each door. Room 302, 303, 304…305, the art room. Light peeked through the crack at the bottom of the door and he could hear the faint pound of music from inside. Since when were vampires country music fans? With careful precision he yanked the door open looking inside. No one was there.

"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind him making him jump. He turned to face a girl with curly black hair tied up into a messy bun. She was actually pretty hot, in that sexy librarian kinda way. In fact, if they had met under different circumstances, meaning Dean hadn't already been sleeping with his currently missing baby brother, he might have actually tried to hit on her.

"I'm looking for my brother, Sam. He's about 5 foot 6, messy brown hair, puppy dog eyes that could melt hearts?"

She gave a cute laugh moving over to shut off the radio. "Yeah, I know who ya mean, I talked to him this afternoon. Sweet kid, doing a school paper report on missing kids right?"

Dean nodded feeling a rush of relief flood his senses. This was a very good start. She'd seen Sammy. "Yeah, that's him. Ironically, now he's missing. Do you have any idea where he went?"

She shook her head, "Sorry honey, I haven't a clue," she paused for a moment taking a sip of her coffee. "Oh, wait. I did tell him to check the office records. Something about finding a teacher all the missing students had in common." Dean grinned hugging her.

"Thank you so much!" he smiled heading out of the room and down the corridors to the office. The cabinet was still open. As he flipped through page after page of files on the missing children, one name came up on every list. Carolynn Price. Sam had mentioned a Mrs. Price before, she was his teacher, although he couldn't remember for what subject. He closed the fight putting it back and heading out of the office.

"Now, if I were a teacher-vampire-bitch, where would I hide my victims…"