【"I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts."-Stephen King】
"Blaine." Someone says next to her ear, reaching up she swats the person away with her hand only to be roughly shoved by the person. "Hey Blaine! Come on, get up. Your phone has been ringing non-stop for the past hour."
Groaning loudly, Blaine rolls over only to find Dean exceptionally close to her face, "Whoa… Ever heard of personal space?"
"Yeah and in this house it disappears quickly. Now, here answer the damn thing before I decide to throw it against the wall." Dean replies as he places Blaine's cellphone roughly in her open hand. Flickering her green orbs down to the screen a familiar name and number flashes back at her.
Quickly she sits up and hits the redial button, placing it to her ear she waits patiently as the other end continues to ring for several seconds until someone picks up, "About time you answer your damn cell."
"Sorry Cal, I was caught up in a wonderful dream. What's up?" Blaine replies as she watches Dean grumble and walk back to the kitchen table where Sam's new laptop is sitting open with Busty Asian Beauties flashing across the screen with an open beer sitting close by.
"I need your help." Cal says as Blaine stands up and moves towards another part of the house.
"Alright, my services are available what can I do for you?" Blaine asks as she takes a seat behind Bobby's desk.
"I've looked everywhere and can't find a single clue as to what I'm fighting down here. Over the past month six people have died. Four women, two men all suffocation but the Corner is pulling a blank, there's no sign as to what or who is causing the deaths, not to mention that all six victims are in their prime." Cal replies as Blaine leans back in the rolling chair.
"Mm, good question, it could be several things to be honest. Let me consult a couple of books and I'll get back to you. Stay on your toes please." Blaine replies.
"Will do and try to hurry." Cal says before his end of the line goes dead. Sighing Blaine stands up from the rolling chair and moves back towards the kitchen where Dean is chuckling in a perverted kind of way.
"Hey Dean, got a question for you-" Blaine says, but trails off as she walks around the corner getting a full view of something she didn't ever want to see.
"Y-yeah what?" Dean asks quickly as he closes the laptop before turning to look at her.
"You are one sick puppy, but I'm cool with it. Everyone needs a little bit of fun in their life but um, yes what kind of creature causes suffocation, but doesn't leave a trace or anything?" Blaine asks as she tries to erase what she saw on the computer from her mind.
"Sounds like you have a Nightmare on your hands." Dean replies as he takes a swig from the beer bottle in his hand.
"A what?" Blaine asks.
"A Nightmare, it's basically a ghost or a night demon if you'd like to call it that. It terrorizes people while they sleep by sitting on their chests and suffocating them." Dean replies.
"All right, we've covered what it is and what it does; now how do you kill the damn thing?" Blaine asks.
"Well, they're closely related to Werewolves so a silver bullet to the heart would work or if you don't want to go that route you can track down its tomb and take a nail from it and nail it above your door and that will ward it off." Dean replies.
"Thanks." Blaine says before pulling out her cellphone and walking out of the room. Hitting the call button Blaine rounds the corner nearly missing Bobby who's carrying another set of books.
"Hey, do you know what it is?" Cal asks before Blaine can even utter a simple hello.
"Yeah, it's a Nightmare you can go two ways with it, you can either kill it with a silver bullet since it's closely related to a werewolf or you can track its tomb down and remove a nail and nail it above your door to ward it off." Blaine replies.
"Thanks B, really thanks." Cal says as the line goes dead leaving Blaine slightly irked as she watches Dean walk out of the house to go finish up the last touches on the Impala as Sam walks down the stairs. Without second thought Blaine crosses back over to the couch and flops back down on it while Sam and Bobby go about whatever they're up to.
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Turning the page of the heavily worn book Blaine scratches down some more notes on demons, that is until Sam walks into the room holding a map and a red marker.
"Blaine." Sam says as he slams the map down in front of her, nearly knocking over the cup of coffee she has resting on the desk.
"Yeah?" she asks as she stares at him wanting to know what he's up to.
"Do you know where Red Lodge is?" Sam asks.
"If I say I do can I go back to what I was doing?" Blaine replies as she pulls the red marker from Sam's hand, while brushing the coffee cup away from the excited young Winchester.
"Yeah." Sam replies as Blaine gives a curt now. Scanning over the map she pinpoints the main Interstate zipping through several states, following the interstate she folds the map backwards until she's found what she's looking for. Pulling the top off of the marker she circles Red Lodge a couple of times before handing it back to Sam.
"Can I ask why you're looking for Red Lodge?" Blaine asks a curious look crossing her face.
"Might have a case, well at least Dean thinks so." Sam replies as Dean walks into the house.
"All right, everyone load up." Dean says, a large grin plastered on his face with a few grease stains adorning his cheeks.
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Whooping loudly Dean flies down a country back road, literally jumping every hill they go over leaving Blaine feeling slightly sick while Back in Black plays on the radio.
"Woo! Listen to her purr. You ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean asks after a while.
"You know if you two wanna get a room, just let me know." Sam says.
"Agreed!" Blaine chips in as she watches several trees pass by quickly, only making her sicker.
"Oh, don't listen to them, baby. They don't understand us." Dean says, speaking to his car.
Sam scoffs some which causes Blaine to lean up and over the front seat next to Sam's arm, "You're in a good mood."
"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asks.
"No reason." Sam replies.
"I got my car. Got a case. Things are looking up." Dean states.
"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mr. Sunshine." Sam says.
"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asks.
"Roughly around another three hundred miles." Blaine replies as she glances down at the printed out directions and the road map with Red Lodge circled in bright red marker.
"Good." Dean replies as he revs up the engine and speeds faster down the road.
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Tugging at her skirt awkwardly, Blaine looks down at the notepad sitting in her lap as she listens to what the sheriff says, "The murder investigation is ongoing. That's all I can share with the press."
"Sure, sure we understand that. But just for the record. You found the first head last week." Sam states as he also takes notes on the small notepad in his hand.
"Uh-huh." Replies the sheriff.
"Okay, and the other, a Christina Flanagan." Sam says.
"It was two days ago. Then—" the sheriff says until his secretary knocks on the door.
"Excuse me, sir." She says as she points towards her watch.
"Oh, thank you. Sorry boys, ma'am, times up. We're done here." The sheriff says as he goes to stand up from his desk.
"One last question." Sam says in a rush, not wanting to leave any stone unturned.
"What about the cattle mutilations?" Dean asks, trying to squeeze some more information from the sheriff.
"Excuse me?" the sheriff asks.
"The cows found dead, split open, drained over a dozen cases?" Dean asks.
"What about them?" the sheriff asks a hint of anger starting to edge into his voice.
"So you don't think there's a connection?" Sam asks.
"Connection with…?" the sheriff asks, still not fully understanding what Sam and Dean are asking.
"First, cattle mutilations. Now, two murders. Kind of sounds like ritual stuff." Sam replies, helping the sheriff along.
"You know, like satanic-cult ritual stuff." Blaine says with a slight smile, which causes the sheriff to break out in a light laugh.
"You… You're not kidding." The sheriff says after he stops laughing, a look of seriousness crossing his face.
"No." Dean replies.
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?" the sheriff asks.
"How?" Sam asks, Blaine's curious side getting the best of her.
"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean, it's just about surgical." The sheriff replies, sarcasm lacing his voice. "The bodily fluids fall down into the ground; get soaked up, because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"
"World Weekly News." Dean replies after he clears his throat some in an attempt to get the thought of a cow splitting open out of his head as Blaine smirks some.
"Get out of my office." The sheriff says. Standing the three file out of the sheriff's office and back out to the Impala.
"So, is what the sheriff saying true Blaine?" Sam asks as they climb into the Impala.
"About the bloating and splitting?" Blaine asks as she pulls her heels off.
"Yeah." Sam replies.
"Mm, yeah, leave a body out in the sun for that long, the gases given off will cause the body to bloat and split open so clean that it could have been done surgically, but I'm not going to rule out that there isn't anything going on here." Blaine states as she rubs her sore feet. "I mean there have been two murders with the victims heads sliced off neatly."
"Do you two mind not talking about your gore and score stuff please." Dean states as he cranks the car and heads towards the Candler county hospital.
"Sorry, didn't know you had that weak of a stomach." Blaine says while giggling some.
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Glancing around the hall, Blaine jimmies the lock of the staff break room while Sam and Dean wait around the corner. It takes her a few moments but soon enough she's in. Looking around she spots what she's after and rushes over to the coat rack, plucking two white lab coats she shuts the break room door and heads towards Sam and Dean.
"Here just put these on and wear your badges it'll get you into the corners office. Once in make sure the ghost is clear and then let me in. It's easier if it's just you two without me at the moment. Two's okay, three's a crowd." Blaine says as she hands Sam and Dean the lab coats.
"Okay, shouldn't take too long." Dean says as he slips on the stark white lab coat, before clipping his perfectly forged employee badge.
"Right." Blaine says as the two walk down the hall and quickly burst through the door as Blaine hangs back studying a chart on the wall, but still remaining within ear shot.
"John." Dean says.
"Jeff." Some guy says as Blaine watches the door from the corner of her eye.
"Jeff, I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away." Dean says, playing it off without any trouble.
"But, Dr. Dworkin's on vacation." Jeff replies causing Blaine to let out a long deep sigh realizing her mistake while trying not to bang her head on the wall for her stupidity.
"Well he's back and he's pissed. He's screaming for you. So if I were you, I would," Dean whistles as the guy hurries out of the room and past Blaine signaling for her to move in. She slips past the door just as Sam goes to close it.
"Nice save by the way, it's like you were born to do that." She says to Dean a smirk working its way onto her face.
"Yeah." Dean says. "Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims didn't they?"
"Yeah. Reverse pentacle on the forehead." Sam replies as Dean turns and begins looking on the desk for something as Blaine looks around the room.
"Yeah." Dean says as he passes a set of gloves to both Sam and Blaine. "So much f'd up crap happens in Florida."
Pulling on her gloves Blaine follows Sam over to the cooler where the bodies are kept, opening one of the doors Sam rolls out the table where the corpse is lying covered from the ankles up with a crisp white sheet. Along with the corpse there's a tub containing the victim's head.
"All right, open it." Dean says as he works on his latex gloves.
"You open it." Sam says while shooting Dean a weird look while Blaine rolls her eyes at the both of them.
"Oh give it here." Blaine says as she plucks the tub off of the metal table. Walking over to an open space she places the tub down. Quickly Dean pulls off the top and backs off as the smell of decomposition wafts up at the three of them. Sucking in a deep breath Dean spins the tub around so that the pale female head is looking up at Sam.
"Well, no pentagram." Dean says as he looks over the girl's face.
"Wow. Poor girl." Sam chips in.
"Maybe we should look in her mouth. See if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kind of like the moth in Silence of the Lambs." Dean says as Blaine quirks an eyebrow.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead." Sam says as he turns the tub back towards Dean.
"No, you go ahead." Dean says as he once more turns the tub towards Sam.
"What?" Sam asks.
"Put the lotion in the basket." Dean replies in a rough voice.
"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh?" Sam asks, Blaine's patience wearing thin. Sighing, Sam clears his throat and begins to probe the inside of the girl's mouth searching for anything that might be lodged in her throat.
"Dean, get me a bucket." Sam says.
"Find something?" Dean asks.
"No, I'm gonna puke." Sam replies as Blaine watches closely.
"Wait, lift her lip up again." Dean says.
"What?" Sam asks.
"You caught that too didn't you?" Blaine asks.
"You want me to throw up don't you?' Sam asks.
"No, no, no. I think I saw something." Dean replies. Sighing Sam slowly lifts up the girl's lip to reveal a pocket like deal with a small hole at the bottom of it. Leaning in Blaine attempts to get a better view of it.
"What is that, a hole?" Dean asks as Sam pokes it only to have a shiny, white fang come sliding out of the pocket.
"It's a tooth." Sam says.
"Sam, that's a fang." Dean says.
"Not just any fang, that's a vampire fang." Blaine says as memories of hunting and killing vampires in the South come rushing back to her. Images of herself running through those dark, deep, muggy forests hunting a hunter, twigs snapping under feet, limbs brushing against her face, the scabbard of the machete bouncing at her side come rushing back and fast.
"A retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me." Dean says pulling her back to earth.
"Well, this changes things." Sam says.
"Let's just hope it's not a massive coven." Blaine states, the memories from so long ago fresh on her mind.
A/N: Sorry for the late update, school is keeping me busy. :] but I have some free time this weekend so I'm trying.