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Supernaturally Mindboggling – Chapter 9

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Arming themselves with machetes, Sam and Emily crossed the road and walked around the building looking for Bobby and the door.

At the far north corner, they found Bobby with his back to the wall.

"It's about time you two get here! Did you stay for tea and crumpets too?" He glared at Emily, "Have you been playing paint with the kindergarteners again?"

"Chicken blood."She replied to his sarcasm.

"That would be my next guess." He said.

Sam shook his head as he gave Bobby the quick version of their meeting with the great granddaughter of Marie LaVeau and her explanation of what Dixon wanted to do with Dean and the voodoo doll and LaMonde Wheeler.

"Dean, the chosen vampire?" Bobby began to laugh.

That's not funny, Bobby! I didn't ask for it! Dean exclaimed angrily. All I did was kill Gordon.

"I'm sure Bobby didn't blame you for the whole thing." Emily tried to placate him while she gave Bobby a warning look.

"What?"Bobby returned. "I'm giving him a pep talk, Bobby's way." He grinned.

I don't need any pep talk or pity, Emily.

"Fine, I'm just trying to help." She frowned.

I don't need any help! I can handle it! He exclaimed angrily.

"What's wrong with you?"Emily asked Dean.

Nothing! I'm feeling weird…like really off…I don't know, it's so uncomfortable in here.

She looked at Sam and Bobby, "I think we're in the right place, it's affecting Dean."

I said I'm fine, Emily! Dean said tightly.

"Well, you're being snippy!" Emily bit back.

I'm not snippy!

"Whatever." She muttered.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked her.

"He says he is but he doesn't sound like it." She shrugged.

"Hang in there, Dean." Sam said. "Let's get this done quick before he really drives Emily to shoot…er, slash herself."

"Thanks Sam." Emily nodded gratefully at Sam.

Whatever… Dean grumbled.

Bobby pointed ahead, "This way, kids." He began to walk along the wall of the building, Emily and Sam followed.

Going around another corner, they saw a small door and Bobby checked the knob and saw that it was unlocked.

"I guess they're expecting us." Bobby said as he opened the door and they all walked in.

Well, what do you expect? The red carpet roll out? Dean retorted sharply.

"Dean, take a walk around my boxes, will ya?" Emily whispered to him.

I'm not going to do that! Quit telling me what to do!

Emily opened her mouth to retort angrily but changed her mind, she realized this place was affecting him in some odd ways.

They stepped into a room and saw it was a lobby with a standard looking counter but no one was there.

Looks like they're taking a siesta. Dean pointed grumpily.

"I wish you would too." Emily muttered under her breath. "Someone really needs one."

"I don't like the looks of this, it's too quiet, even for a mortuary." Bobby looked about him.

"There's a door over in the corner." Sam indicated across from their position.

So, let's go! Dean urged.

"What are we waiting for?" Bobby walked to the door and turned the knob, "Hmm...they must be a bunch of trust worthy vamps or…"

"They're expecting us." Sam finished his sentence.

Stepping cautiously into the other side of the room, they saw that they were in a large warehouse! The entire room was cavernous and they were on the second level.

Looking about them, they saw a flight of metal stairs across from them leading down to the next level.

"Look Bobby, Emily!" Sam exclaimed as he turned sideways to allow Emily to see what he was looking.

Emily saw below a mess of coffins! There were at least twenty and they were identical; in deep oak finish and they were all closed.

"Dean must be in one of these damn coffins" Bobby turned to look at Emily.

Emily shrugged, "I don't know."

"What's he has to say to all this?" He asked her.

Emily thought for a moment and shook her head, "He's not answering me, I think he's mad at me for telling him off."

Bobby grinned, "You mean it works? He actually listens to you?"

She smiled, "Sometimes, Bobby. But this time, he sounds pissed off. I think this place is really affecting him."

He nodded thoughtfully as he turned around and began descending.

When they were on the landing, they began to move about the coffins.

"Shall we open all of them and find out?" Sam looked at one of them next to him.

"Why not? We have to start somewhere." Bobby made to open the lid slowly and breathed with a sigh of relief; it was empty.

He looked up at Sam and Emily and shook his head, "Empty."

Sam nodded and began to open the one next to him and saw that it was also empty.

Emily did likewise to the one next to her.

They began to open all of it and found they were all empty!

"Okay, where is Dean?"

"Oh, he's not here." Suddenly they turned around at the sound of a new masculine voice above them. "Hello Sam." He smiled at him.

"Dixon!" Sam exclaimed.

The man Sam identified as Dixon was in his mid-30s and medium brown hair and with a thin mustache, he was wearing dark clothing and leather jacket.

Emily saw he was somewhat attractive.

An image of Dean appeared in her mind as she tried to concentrate on what was going on.

Dixon turned to see Emily and he was clearly taken by surprise at her presence.

But he smoothly eased the tension of his features as he smiled as he stared at her, "Hello beautiful." He greeted Emily smoothly. "Sam, I didn't know you have a new partner?"

"Where's Dean, Dixon?" Sam asked as he moved to stand next to Emily protectively. Bobby had also moved to stand on her other side.

Dixon looked over to Bobby as he kept his smile, "Ah! The faithful father-figure substitute, Bobby Singer. Why do you stay with them I cannot fathom?" He chuckled. "You'd do so much better staying home and managed your scrap metals."

"Shut up Dixon!" Bobby glared at him. "Just give us Dean and we'll leave you alone or else…"

Dixon tilted his head, "Or else what? You'll torch this place?" He laughed loudly. "Please, Bobby. I have many more."

"No, you don't. You're wandering and you don't have but one nest." Emily suddenly said. She looked at Sam in surprised. "I don't know where this comes from."

"Who are you, pretty?" Dixon had looked at her uncertainly. "You know, I normally prefer blondes but I might be persuaded to change my mind and take up brunettes…and you can be my first." He offered as he held his hand out to Emily.

Emily arched her brow at him, "Please, Dixon. I'm not easily charmed by the likes of you. You're not my type at all."

Dixon clenched his outstretched hand and retracted it as he frowned at her, "Oh, I'll make you change your mind. But first we'll have to take care of a few things…let's get rid of these boring fellas." He turned his head and suddenly a hoard of blonde females appeared from out of nowhere!

"Uh, whose bright idea is it to suggest no guns?" Sam looked at Bobby.

"What are you talking about?" Bobby asked, holding his AUG with the flame thrower.

"But didn't you hand the note to the men with the stinking cheatin' pot?" Sam asked him.

Bobby shook his head, "No, I didn't hand any notes. I only pass notes to my girlfriends in class. You idgit. And it's chitlins for the last time." He glared back at Sam as he looked at the machete he was welding.

"Guys, now's not the time for girly chats!" Emily yelled at them as she slashed at one of the women who were coming towards her, her fangs were baring.

"Oh no, you don't, I'm not into women, and neither are you!" Emily gritted her teeth as she raised her hand up and swung down hard with the machete and slashed at the blonde, cutting her head off.

The headless body flopped down on the floor struggling for a moment before it lay still, dead.

"Oh hey guys! These are not voodoo vamps!" Emily stared at the dead body.

Sam and Bobby looked at it too. "Okay, plus one for us." Sam nodded as he turned to face another advancing blonde vampire.

"Well, since I didn't bring the proper hall pass, let's see if this is just as effective." He turned on the flame thrower and sprayed at a blonde vampire and engulfed her as it reduced her in ashes as she screamed.

"Guess that's acceptable too!" Emily exclaimed as she began slashing at another vampire coming towards her.

She counted in her peripheral vision that there were ten to fifteen of them in the room.

"What's with blonde vampires?" Emily asked out loud as she stood near Sam while they worked to slash and cut off one of them together.

"His first wife over 200 years ago was a blonde. He never stopped loving her and she'd refused to be turned by him when she found out what he was. She killed their daughter when she found out he had turned her and starved herself to death when Dixon refused to kill her. Dixon never forgot about her or their kid. Since then, he had been building a family."

They cut down two more blonde vamps as Bobby flamed another one.

"So, he wants to expand his family and he wants Dean to make it bigger." Emily remarked.

"Yeah, that's what it looks like."

In his damned dreams!

Emily grinned, "Nice to hear from you, pretty boy. Where have you been?"

Taking your advice and went for a walk. He answered.

"Is Dean back with you?" Sam looked at her.

Emily nodded with a grin.

"Are you feeling better, hon?"

He chuckled.

"Hon?" Sam looked at Emily with raised brow. "Is there something going on between you two?"

Emily blushed, "Er, just friendly bantering, Sam." She widened her eyes. "Behind you! DUCK!" she yelled as Sam did as he was told and Emily frog-leaped over his back and jumped on the vampire and cut her arms off first and just as she leaned near Emily's jugular vein in her neck, Sam cut her head off instantly.

That was impressive move, Emily! Dean exclaimed.

Emily reared back at once, "Oh! Thanks Sam, that was close!" She got up and ran to another when she saw her near the steps.

Just then, her phone rang! Emily stopped on her tracks.

Sam stared at her.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Emily reached down and saw that it was from Hotch but she pressed ignore and pushed her phone back into her pocket.

"I don't have time to answer your call, Hotch!" She uttered loudly as swung her machete again as a vamp came at her.

Hotch podge! He misses you, doesn't he?

"Not now Dean!" Emily exclaimed as she fend off a vampire as her phone rang again.

Emily quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and pressed ignore and using it to bash the head of a vampire as she grabbed her hand!

"I'm so tired of blondes at the moment!"

Her phone rang again. "This is ridiculous!" She looked down and saw it was Hotch again.

Emily pushed another button and turned it off completely as she shoved it back into her pocket. "There! That will stop it!" She muttered. "I'll just have to call him back."

Hotch podge again? Dean grinned. I really think you're wrong, he has a crush on you, hummingbird. He can't stop calling you.

"Seriously Dean? We're not having this conversation right now!" She grabbed the hair of the vampire and swung her down on the ground hard, banging her head on the concrete floor. "Now, stay down!"

I'm getting jealous of Hotch podge. He pressed on.

Emily blew at her bangs angrily, "Oh my god Dean Winchester! You are the most impossible man…wait…you're not a man at the moment, so I can't call you a man!" She grinned.

What? I know you didn't just insult my manhood, let me tell you, babe, you haven't seen anything until you see my…

"JUST" Emily interrupted him abruptly. "Don't bother, Dean! I'll take your word! Now will you let me get on with this?" A vamp was holding her tightly as Emily tried to slam her against the wall while keeping up an argument with Dean.

"Geez…I thought he was gone for a while. A long while." Bobby glanced over to Sam who shrugged helplessly.

"Maybe I can accidentally shoot her and… say oops?" Bobby turned to fire at an advancing vampire.

Okay, maybe I was slightly out of line, I'm sorry, hummingbird.

"Thank you, Dean." She said politely.

He chuckled. That's better, I hate it when we're mad at each other.

She grinned, "Yeah, met too, honey."

Mmmm….I like it when you call me honey like that.

She chuckled, "Dean, I'm in the middle of a nest of blonde vampires who are eager to take us out and you're sweet talking to me?"

He began to laugh.

She laughed too.

Sam was now helping Bobby.

"How the hell can she be laughing at a time like this?" Sam glanced over at Emily as he watched her slammed a vamp down on the concrete and cutting off her head fiercely.

"It's Dean, and I don't know how she deals with this freak-out one way talk with him and able to fight at the same time!" He shook his head.

"I know! I'm pretty freaked out myself." Sam nodded as he pushed a vamp off Bobby while he punched her.

"Don't you know it's not nice to hit a lady?" She pouted flirtatiously at Sam.

"Yeah but you're not a real lady, bitch!" Sam raised his hand and punched her again.

"Sam, behind you!" Emily yelled from across the room.

He turned while just as he'd cut pouty blonde's head off and he nodded and raised the machete and turning around, cut off the head of that vamp before she had a chance to jump on him. Her head flew across the room as it thumped against the wall as it hit and fell on the ground.

Emily heard the way the head hit the wall and walked to investigate.

"Great, I'm running out of fuel here." Bobby said as his flame thrower looked shortened and the strength was not as strong as it was. "I used the last canister."

"Well, I didn't bring any back up, Bobby. And you didn't pass that note?"

Bobby turned to Sam, "No, I didn't. Those men told me about suspicious activity over here, so here I am."

Sam looked at him, "Bobby, I think those men are vamps and they'd lured you over here."

Bobby nodded as they looked up when they heard the door above them opened and the three elderly men came at them, they were grinning, showing their fangs.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the three Stooges!" Bobby began shooting at them. "Larry, Curly, and Moe!"

But it was ineffective as they remained standing, their bodies now covered with holes, blood oozing out from them.

"Hey Bobby, the chitlins are ready!" One of them said as he began to laugh. "Fancy a bowl?" The other two were laughing as well.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not hungry anymore!" He bashed one of them with the butt of his gun. "In fact, I didn't much care for your recipe. It's not the way my Momma used to make!"

"What? We used intestines…just not pigs'." He began to laugh heartily, as the other one laughed too when suddenly his head came off.

Sam had cut his head off with one slash, "Now who's gonna eat all the cheatins'?"

Bobby nodded his thanks to him, "Chitlins! And I'll never touch that shit ever again."

"I'm going to fast until I'm out of New Orleans." Sam said as he swung and took off the head of the last and final man.

Sam and Bobby breathed hard, "Oops, I took too much off Curly's head." Sam shrugged.

Then they looked up, and began walking about them, then Bobby looked at Sam as he uttered, "Where's Emily?"

End of Chapter 9