***

"Psychic vampires?" Dean asked.

"Yeah…they don't feed off of human blood, but human emotions…their life forces," Chance said, yawning. She glanced at Dean, "It'll be fun for you, you get lucky then get drained."

"So they feed during sex?"

"Primarily, of course, sometimes they feed off of emotions, such as anger," Chance rolled her eyes. "Which is why every limb I have feels like lead…"

"But they'd been drained of their blood," Dean frowned.

"Well…vampires normally nest in eight to ten…" Chance rubbed her forehead, "Maybe they combined…actually, they'd need to…dead bodies are better than listless humans that never leave…"

"I take it that's what happens when they suck too much?" Dean asked.

Chance scrunched up her face, "Agh…I can't think straight…"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Okay…new topic then."

"Anything but this one…" Chance said, keeping her eyes closed.

"Who's Hunter?" Dean then asked.

"Who?"

"Hunter…you said you missed his birthday," Dean said.

"Oh…Hunter…" Chance smiled weakly. She shook her head, "Hunter…Hunter…Hunter remains a secret and a complete mystery to you."

"Huh?"

"You're not supposed to know about Hunter," Chance shook her head. "Hunter is none of your business."

"Okay, got it," Dean said.

"I mean, it's not my fault…I mean, okay, it is…I didn't mean to miss his birthday…my mother didn't need to yell at me about it…I don't think I'm that terrible, am I?" Chance rambled on.

"Dawson, pull yourself together!" Dean shook her shoulder.

Chance shook her head, and looked confused, "What was I saying?"

"Rambling about some guy named Hunter," Dean told her.

Chance's eyes widened, and she shook her head again, "Next time I do that, smack me as hard as you can."

"Can do, Dawson," Dean grinned, "Can do."

Chance rolled her eyes, "Don't get too excited, Winchester!"

Dean chuckled, then shook his head, "So, how do we kill these psychic vampires?"

***

"How do you kill these things?" Sam asked, opening the trunk of the Impala.

Kit frowned, "Just your typical way…slice off their heads…"

Sam pulled two machetes out of the trunk, and handed one to her, "So these will work then?"

"Pretty sure," Kit said.

"Pretty sure?" Sam repeated.

"Well, there was something about feeding…and one's fed already," Kit said sheepishly.

Sam shook his head, sighing.

"Hey, Chance and Jack, they were the research people! Me? Not research girl!" Kit said defensively. "I just sat there and took notes…course then Kate started dating one—"

"Who?" Sam frowned.

"Agh Chance all your secrets are gonna end up killin' someone some day," Kit muttered, then said, "Kate's Chance's sister. She once dated a psychic vampire named Ethan…though we didn't know he was a vampire until her mother recognized the signs."

Sam shook his head, "Chance's got a lot of secrets...or tells a lot of lies."

Kit shook her head, "Sam, Chance is very protective of those she's close to. Chance may not speak to Kate on a regular basis, but she still wants to make sure Kate's safe…Chance embraced the hunting life, Kate didn't."

"Is that why they don't speak to each other?"

"No…that's not the reason," Kit shook her head. "Look, Sam, I can be a blabbermouth sometimes, I can admit it. But I don't betray my friends. There are things Chance only shares with certain people…and what she's shared with me, that she has said cannot be spread around, doesn't leave me." She smiled weakly, "Sounds weird coming from a self-admitted blabbermouth."

"Especially since the last time her sister came up, Chance didn't even give the name," Sam shook his head.

Kit shrugged sheepishly, "Yeah, I'll probably get hell for that later…but I think she'd have eventually told you." She held up the machete and smirked, "Now, enough chick-flick discussion, let's go get the vampires."

***

"I hate waiting," Dean said, tapping his boots on the floor of the cell.

Chance looked up from her cell phone, "Tell me about it…"

Dean glanced at her, "How could you hate it? You've been texting for the past ten minutes!"

Chance hit the send button on her phone, "Something's buggin' me about this. I mean, that blonde chick looked very familiar…" Her phone beeped, signaling she had a new message. "I knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"My sister used to date a psychic vampire…well, he was an unintentional one…he wasn't really evil, so he kinda left to try and find a cure…"

"Okay…so?"

"He had a sister…she wasn't what you would call…'nice'…that was her," Chance said. "I didn't recognize her at first…thank god she didn't recognize me…"

"Gives us an element of surprise then I guess…" Dean shrugged. "So…there's a cure for this type of thing?"

"I wouldn't say it's a cure," Chance admitted. "I was reading how a psychic vampire can be helped through self evaluations or something…I don't remember, it was a while ago…"

"Before you stopped talkin' to her?" Dean asked.

"Yeah…before that," Chance nodded.

"So how did you get the picture messages?"

"My mother," Chance answered easily. "She was able to get the pictures."

She could tell Dean wasn't buying it, but was saved from any more questions by the door opening. Kit poked her head in, "For a bunch of psychics, there really wasn't any security around."

"If we're lucky, the rest feed through sex," Chance rolled her eyes, and got to her feet.

"How is that lucky?" Kit frowned.

Dean raised his eyebrows, "They'll all be busy."

Kit then shook her head, "Oh…damn, I walked right into that…"
"Can we just get outta here?" Dean asked, "Kill the vampires and go home?"

"I'm all for that…" Chance said. She glanced over Kit's shoulder, "Where's Sam?"

Kit's eyes widened and she whirled around, "He was right behind me!"

"You guys get the rest of 'em…I'll go find Sam," Chance said.

"How 'bout I go get him, since he's my brother?" Dean asked.

"Because I think it would be better for you to kill vampires rather than become one's sex toy," Chance said, and took off down the hall.

"Hey!" Dean said defensively, "That wouldn't have happened!"

"Let's just get rid of 'em so Chance doesn't go postal," Kit rolled her eyes.

***

Sam walked into one room, finding a vampire feeding on a young woman. "Hey!"

The vampire looked up and hissed at him. He dropped the girl and came after Sam. The hunter swung his machete and took the vampire's head off, and then saw to the girl.

"Are you okay?" He asked her.

The girl looked at him, "I…I'm…I'm not okay…"

"I'll get you outta here," Sam assured her.

"No…I can't leave…I can't do anything…" The girl whimpered. "I can't do anything…"

"Can you stand?" Sam asked, tugging on the girl's arm. But she pulled away from him, and huddled in the corner, continuing her mantra, "I can't do anything…"

"It's a pity," A feminine voice said behind him. "She had such a great mind…would've made a fabulous scientist…"

Sam turned around, and saw the blonde woman, "What do you mean, would've?"

"You don't know much about psychic vampires, do you?" The blonde asked, "I'm Larissa, by the way."

Sam frowned, "Should I know who you are?"

"No…unless Rocks filled you in," Larissa said.

"Rocks?"

"Oh…Roxanne," Larissa said, "You do know a Roxanne, don't you? Roxanne Dawson?" She shrugged, "My younger brother dated her sister. Kid coulda been a great one…but he decided to turn away from all of it…probably hunts demons now."

Sam kept his mouth shut, figured he'd learn more if he let Larissa talk.

"Of course, I don't know why you trust her anyway…she's always lying through her teeth. Half the time I'm surprised she even has the ability to tell the truth."

Psychic vampires try and make the victim believe that everyone around them is untrustworthy, Sam remembered from his quick research session.

"Believe what you want, Sam, but I'm pointing out a fact," Larissa said. Sam must've looked confused, because she explained, "I know you're thinking of the fact we try and spread mistrust or whatever. But you can't trust Chance…she's always lying!"

"Did it ever occur to you maybe I lied for a reason?"

Larissa whirled around, "Well, if it isn't good old Rocks herself…you know, at first I thought you were Kate…but Kate stays at home, taking care of—"

"Look, can we save the whole 'try and make Chance lose her temper so I can feed again' thing?" Chance asked, "Because I really hate demons that monologue all the time."

"Well, people find it hard to trust people that lie all the time," Larissa said.

"I lie to protect people," Chance said, "You lie just to get fat."

Larissa looked down at herself, "Hey, I'm not getting fat!"

Chance smirked at Sam, "Always helps to get under their skin."

"Are you gonna kill her or just exchange sarcastic comments?" Sam asked, raising his machete.

"Well, normally the exchange could kill a psychic vampire…unfortunately; it was never a surefire thing."

"You know, Rocks, you should start tellin' Sam the truth," Larissa said brightly, "Starting with Kate and Jack…you'll feel a lot better."

"I'll feel a lot better when you quit callin' me Rocks!" Chance said, and then grimaced. "Seriously, just quit talkin' all together…"

"What? Can't block out the psychic feeding?" Larissa mocked. "You can't block me out forever, Chance; I've been doing this for—"

Sam could've sworn he saw double, Chance seemed to split in two as she ran forward and yanked the machete out of his hand, and then sliced off Larissa's head. However, when Sam blinked, there was only one Chance, who wore a confused expression on her face.

The girl from before now wept quietly, having remained silent throughout the entire ordeal.

"We gotta get her some help," Chance said quietly.

"Yeah…" Sam agreed.

"She'll probably never be the same…psychic vampire victims, if it gets bad enough, become listless and…" She trailed off as she heard Dean and Kit coming down the hall.

"Vampires bolted once they sensed their fearless leader kicked the bucket," Dean announced. "Got a few of 'em…but the rest got away."

"Probably off to find a new leader," Chance sighed. "Let's get outta here."