A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me…..Again I want to thank everyone out there for reading and reviewing as all the support means a great deal to me!

The hunters froze in place as the detective inched closer towards them. Drycoff then held his hands up in surrender and slid the gun inside the waistband of his jeans. Tension filled the room as the hunters stared down the lone detective. Dean felt his body tense as the first inklings of the darkness started filling his veins. Sam caught movement out of the corner of his eye and shifted his vision towards his brother.

"Dean," Sam looked over at the older Winchester.

His brother was struggling to control the darkness within him as his nails sharpened then withdrew. The amber specks that appeared were slowly subsiding as he took a deep long breath.

"I'm alright Sam."

"What the Hell are you doing here?" Sam coldly demanded.

Drycoff kept his hands where everyone could see them as he attempted to explain himself.

"I want to help," he stated simply.

"After you and Chachi tried getting us sent to Supermax?! Why should we trust you?"

"Because I believe you and what happened in Milwaukee wasn't your fault."

"Really?" Dean spat back.

"I saw the footage and the way that guy's eyes turned yellow. That wasn't because of the lighting, those were his real eyes. I had that examined by a friend of mine and even he said that wasn't the light playing off his eyes."

"Not good enough," Sam held the gun up at Drycoff. The detective remained calm as he took a deep breath.

"Your attorney showed my partner and I documents from Milwaukee and I did a little more research. It seems every single one of those witnesses had no reason to lie. My partner seems to think otherwise but I don't share the same view."

"What's not to say this isn't some trick? That you're partner is waiting outside with the damn SWAT team just itching to bust our asses?"

Drycoff jerked his head at Dean.

"I know none of you trust me and that's fine. But all I want to do is to help. Look Hendrickson is gunning for you and come Hell or high water he is determined to ship you two and probably you three as well up to Supermax. So you can listen to what I have to say or you can take your chances with CPD and the FBI. The choice is yours gentleman."

Drycoff shifted his gaze between the five men knowing they were each debating whether or not to trust him. He could see the smallest one, Novak, starting to crack. The taller one and bald one were keeping stone faces on him as the brothers were arguing in hushed tones.

"Dean we are running out of options here."

"No Sammy!"

"It's Sam."

"Whatever."

"Dean you know as well as I do Hendrickson won't sleep until he knows we are locked up for good. Look if we get one hint that this guy's dirty we split."

Dean looked at Drycoff then at his brother then back at the detective. Drycoff watched as the older brother approached him and started running his hands through every pocket and possible place to hide a weapon wire or other means of communication.

"If we even think you're dirty….."

"I get the point," Drycoff cut him off.

"Say how did you find us? I mean you were left back in the dust."

Drycoff smiled for the first time wondering when someone would ask him that.

"I'm a cop remember? Look I saw your Impala out front of headquarters and placed a lo jack up in the back wheel well. I managed to get it hidden before you two made your great escape."

"So this whole time you knew where we were?" Dean felt his anger rising again.

"No, only I knew. Roland doesn't know about it and if he did…."

Jimmy looked over at the Winchesters pleading with his bright soulful eyes. Sam caught his gaze and nodded shortly.

"But I did learn about something else too."

"Well spill it 5-0," This time it was Jimmy that spoke up.

"Commissioner Sheridan has a vested interest in what happens. I overheard his name being mentioned when they were chasing that wild animal."

At the mention of the previous night's events Dean felt a sickening feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. Great not only did CPD see him but Hendrickson and everyone else as well!

"Is something the matter?" Drycoff caught the pained expression on Dean's face.

"Uh no, just something I ate," he said quickly. The detective wasn't buying it. Being a cop for 10 years he knew when someone was lying and Dean Winchester was hiding something. Maybe he was protecting someone or perhaps hiding a little secret of his own.

"Alright if we are all done with social hour let's figure out where this place is," Caleb broke the ice.

Sam second that and went straight for his laptop. Rufus and Jimmy decided to pack and load weapons. Dean however decided to have a word with the detective alone.

The older Winchester got a good look at the detective seeing he was about his height with short spiky hair similar to his, except his was darker. Deep rich chocolate pools stared back into his emerald ones showing no fear of the hunter. His build was similar but Dean had a good 15 pounds more on him.

"Listen private dick, the only reason why we're even standing here talking is because you can get inside and keep tabs on Hendrickson and that shark of a partner of yours. I don't trust you as I don't trust any cop."

"And to be honest I don't like you," Dean added unnecessarily.

Drycoff merely chuckled and looked up then back at Dean.

"I've heard worse."

Dean flinched at the simplicity of the man's words. He was actually expecting something more but this, this he wasn't expecting.

"Alright are we clear?"

"Crystal," Drycoff responded coolly grinning back at the hunter.

Sam had watched the exchange between the two men seeing his brother actually looking shocked. That was something that rarely happened to Dean but here he was witnessing his brother being taken aback.

"Dean I think you've met your match," Sam said to himself as he mapped the address. Caleb suppressed a laugh but Sam turned and smirked at his friend.

"This is going to be a long night," Caleb whispered. Sam nodded while keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

The first client of the evening was a vampire named Dixon. Alexander allowed him to take Brooklyn towards the first door on the left which was a private study. The immortal sensed the fear taking hold of her body and soul as he closed the door behind them. Her back was turned as she looked into the fire that was roaring. She could feel his presence behind her as his eyes hungrily ran up and down taking in a full view of her body. Her heartbeat steady and loud driving the need within him to the surface.

Brooklyn ran a hand along her arm feeling chilled all of a sudden knowing it was the company. Dixon whipped around blocking the warmth and light of the fire from his prey. Taking his finger and thumb he titled the frightened woman's head up seeing the tears threatening to spill down her face.

"I am not going to hurt you," his lips brushed her ear as he whispered.

"What do you want?" Her voice no higher than a frightened whisper.

The vampire slid the small dagger that was concealed in his pants and lightly traced it along her jaw and neck. Brooklyn shuddered as the tip scraped along her skin threatening to pierce it at any moment. Dixon stopped at her shoulder and placed the dagger to her chin tilting so he could see her face. He got off on seeing them scared and afraid but this time was different. He almost felt pity for the werewolf as she stood there. But just as quickly Dixon waved off the thought for after all he wasn't going to kill her, he merely wanted to taste her blood.

Letting the blade slide from her chin, the vampire gently held a wrist in his hand exposing the web of blue just beneath the surface. Dixon felt his fangs slip down past his gums as he could hear her heart beating louder in his ears. The scent of her blood hard to withstand much longer but centuries of practice had allowed him to control the primal urges within.

Taking the blade, Dixon pushed the tip down in her forearm feeling the muscles tense up. With a steady hand the vampire drug the blade down Brooklyn's arm watching the thick crimson liquid surface in the cut. She hissed in pain as the stinging sensation of the knife ripped her skin open.

Brooklyn watched as the thin red line grew thicker until it started trickling down her arm. Dixon caught the first drops on his tongue before running it along and over the open wound. He moaned in ecstasy as the blood of the hunter touched his tongue tantalizing his senses creating a rush that sent his ancient spirit higher than with any other feeding before.

Brooklyn cringed as he continued feasting on her blood hearing the gross obscene sounds coming from his mouth. She wondered if he was having some kind of blood orgasm the way he was moaning and writhing around her arm. Instinct was screaming at her to jerk away from him but common sense dictated otherwise. Brooklyn knew if she did anything to piss the vampire off he could run to Alexander and then someone else would suffer for her misstep.

So she closed her eyes and forced her mind to separate from her body as the vampire continued feeding from her. Brooklyn focused on Dean and hoping he would find her soon.

The small caravan was headed north from Chicago and towards Wisconsin. The lights of the city faded away the further north they got. Dean looked at the detective through his rearview mirror noticing the man was deep in some kind of thought. The brooding look on Drycoff's face told the hunter something was weighing heavily on his mind. Dean decided not to question and instead returned his eyes to the road.

"What's the name of this town again?"

Sam turned away from his laptop and blinked twice.

"Boulder Junction, Wisconsin. It's 5 hours away from here."

Dean just pushed harder on the accelerator pushing 75 as Rufus was able to keep up with ease.

"Alright keep me posted," Hendrickson snapped his phone shut and turned to Castlebeck. The agent could see the detective was highly agitated over the fact his partner of 3 years had gone behind his back and was aiding and abiding two known fugitives!

"How could he do this!?"

Hendrickson sat down on the desk and looked sympathetically at the distraught man. He had clearly been blindsided by the younger cop. Castlebeck had felt as if he had been betrayed by one of the few people he truly trusted.

"Detective I know this is hard for you given Drycoff is your partner but you need to understand he's now considered a fugitive."

Castlebeck shot a cold stare at the FBI agent.

"I will handle Andrew!"

"I'm sorry Detective but the FBI has jurisdiction over this."

Castlebeck watched as the agent stood to leave offering one last look before closing the door. The detective was beside himself as he paced around the office. He looked down at his partner's desk and in a fit of anger hollered in anger and swept his arm across Drycoff's desk watching everything on it crash to the floor.

"You won't get the chance to find him, Agent Hendrickson!" Castlebeck promised.

Looking around he spied his cell phone and scanned the phone list. With a grin creeping up at the corners of his mouth, Detective Castlebeck hit the send key and placed the phone to his ear.

Commissioner Sheridan was at his desk when the call came.

"Commissioner there's a Daniel Chase on line one for you."

"Didn't I tell you to call my personal line?"

"I'll remember next time," Daniel didn't hold back the venom in his voice, "The brothers are on the move. They slipped by my watch in Chicago."

"Oh well so much for security," Sheridan responded in a snarky tone.

"Just shut up and listen. If you want that budget passed you will shut your keg hole and listen closely. They were last seen moving north and one of your detectives was spotted going along for the ride."

"Shit," Sheridan leaned back in his chair.

"Yes quite the predicament you're in huh?"

"Did you call to rub that in my face or did you have something important to say?" Sheridan was growing impatient.

"I need you to keep tabs on that federal agent down there since he seems rather determined to find the the Winchesters which can be rather disastrous if you catch my drift."

"Loud and clear."

"Good now find a way to keep him and that damn Castlebeck from leaving Chicago or Alexander will not be making his annual donation."

The line went dead in Sheridan's ear and he slowly hung up the phone. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought of a way to keep those two bloodhounds on two legs away from Boulder Junction.

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