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9

"Pour some sugar on me, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me. C'mon fire me up," Dean sang, Isabelle singing along with him. They had large grins on their faces, having come from one of the best dates Dean had had in a long time. "Pour your sugar on me, can't get enough," Dean softly bobbed his head back and forth to the beat of the music. Isabelle flipped her hair out of her face and over her shoulder, the auburn glinting as another car headlights went through the windshield. Her black top was low cut; her jeans were a dark blue, her shoes the same boots she always wore. She looked fantastic.

He was driving way too fast down the gravel road, the Impala roaring down its emptiness, its sleek structure unseen by the people in the farmhouses around it. They were headed to where most teenagers go after a date, lover's lane.

Isabelle knew where they were going, and she was glad. She had definitely heard rumors about what kind of kisser Dean Winchester was, but she wanted to find out for herself. Would she let him go farther? To be honest she didn't know if he'd try. After being with him tonight she knew there was no way to predict what he would do next. There was just no way to know.

She liked him though, a lot. Three hundred years and she had never met a guy like him.

The Impala rolled to a stop and Dean shut off the engine, the last lines of Def Leopard's song diffusing into the background and finally died out. Dean turned and looked at her. Her brown eyes were bright and filled with a luminescent light. Her ruby lipstick shone on her paled skin, which was a pale blue in the moonlight.

"So, where ya from?" He asked. She smiled and shook her head.

"Doesn't matter," She said. "Glad you decided to come; I had a lot of fun." She said.

"Me too. Sam…he was the one that found Randy today," Dean said softly. "He was pretty freaked out,"

"The cops are stumped," Isabelle said. "They have no idea what's goin' on. What do you thinks' doin' this?"

"I don't know," Dean lied.

"My friend Amy thinks it might be a wild animal, I think that's bull. I think it's some kind of…I don't know, the closest thing I can think to call it is a vampire." Isabelle said slowly. Dean tried not to look surprised, but went for incredulous instead.

"Now that's a little out there," Dean scoffed. "Vampires,"

"Let's not talk about that right now," She said, sliding closer to him.

"Then what do you want to talk about?" He asked, his heart thudding faster as she got closer. Her face was close to his, her lips tantalizing him to touch them with his own.

"Nothing," She said. Their lips connected, his hand went to her neck, the other on her waist. Her hands were on his chest, slipping down slowly to the hem of his shirt and moving up inside it, touching his skin. He shivered.

Boy were those people right! Isabelle thought, feeling his soft, warm skin under her hands, his heart beat pumping in a rhythmic pattern that continued to climb as their kiss intensified. The sight of his beautiful green eyes continued to flash back in front of her closed eyes. His hand moved up into her hair. He was so incredibly passionate, it was almost overwhelming. She kissed him deeper. Her brows rose when she felt his tongue part her lips. Oh yeah, they were right on the money.

Her head was buzzing, her stomach filled with too many butterflies, and the rest of her body numb.

Dean left his hands where they were. He knew what happened when you went too far too soon. Their tongues were entwined together, roving back and forth. That's when Dean felt something sharp, and it hurt. He pulled back and looked at her, shoving her away as far as the car would allow. She looked slightly disappointed as her hands slipped out from under his shirt.

"What's wrong?" She asked. He glared at her, disgusted.

"It's you; you're the vamp doing this."


I'm outside the younger Winchester's window. I think he's asleep…good. That'll make it so much easier for me to do. He and his brother are getting too close. And when the father comes back I'll kill him too. Oh this is going to be all too sweet. Killing a Winchester, and they don't even realize…Ya know, I think waking him up would make it more fun. His defenses will be down. Did I mention how good all of this was going to be?

Sam opened his eyes when a rhythmic rapping on the door reached his ears. He sat up in the bed, glancing at the clock next to him.

"What the hell?" He said groggily. He opened the door and was surprised at what he saw.

"Lisa?" He said thickly. She smiled sweetly up at him, her blonde hair shaping her heart shaped face. She looked beautiful, no doubt about it. "What are you doing here? Isn't it a little late?" He asked sluggishly.

"I heard about Randy," She said, her eyes darting to the sidewalk. "And I thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing. I just came from a movie," She said slowly.

"Oh," He said, his thoughts becoming a little less foggy by the second. "Uh, you wanna come in?" He asked. She nodded and he stepped back and off to the side.

"There was actually something I wanted to talk to you about Sam," Lisa said, entering the room. Sam closed it behind her.

"And what would that be?" He asked.

"You'll see,"

"Get the hell away from me!" Dean bellowed.

"Dean," Isabelle said, plea in her voice. "Wait please. Just hear me out for a second okay?" She yelled. Dean looked at her, still disgusted that he had just made out with…God he couldn't even say it. "I didn't kill those people I swear," She said.

"Then who did?" Dean spat.

"I don't know," Isabelle sighed. "But I swear to God it wasn't me. I have no desire to kill high school kids okay? I've never killed anybody my age or younger alright, and I've been around for quite awhile."

"How long's awhile?" Dean asked.

"Three centuries," She said. Dean couldn't help but look impressed. "Met your Dad about thirty years ago," She said. Dean grimaced. "Oh don't worry he was dead set on your mom by then." Dean sighed.

"Thank God. Cause that would make this a helluva lot more awkward." He said. "What makes you think I'm gonna believe you?" He asked.

"Because," She sighed. "I'm the only one that can truly help you find the one doing this. Most people don't know but vamps can smell other vamps. They smell like dead bodies, which sucks, and the longer they're dead, the worse it gets. But it means you got a better rep."

"Then why haven't you found the thing in school?" Dean asked, still wary.

"Have you smelled the weird things at school? If I jumped every time I smelled a corpse I'd be sent to a nuthouse in a week."

"Good point," He said. "Alright, I'll make a deal with you, you don't kill me or my brother and I won't kill you, dig?" He said coldly. She nodded.

"Deal," She said. "Speaking of your brother, where is he?"

"Back at the…son of a bitch!" The Impala engine thundered in response to Dean's key and swerved out onto the road at 95 miles an hour.

"So what did you want to tell me Lisa?" Sam asked, handing Lisa the glass of water. Lisa took it and almost immediately set it down on the nightstand beside her. She stood and walked over to him, extremely close. Sam stiffened and his heart sped.

"I wanted to tell you that I'm here to kill you," Before Sam could process what she had said, her teeth were bared and sunk into his neck.

--Oh no! Not good! Tell me how bad it is alright? (Song: Pour Some Sugar on Me; Def Leopard)