A/N...Look! Another chapter...OMG, who knew?


Dean pulled open his door but didn't get in the car. Instead he looked passed Sam, a small frown on his face. "Is that Candy? The farmer's daughter?"

Sam turned to see and caught the eye of the pretty girl; she gave him a shadow of a smile as she walked out of the same coffee shop they had just been sitting at.

"Hey, Candy, what's up?" Dean smiled at her.

She was carrying a large bag and an almost overbalancing tray of coffees, Dean reached to grab them, a move he made just in time as she gasped at losing her grip.

"Oh, gosh, thank you so much!" she exclaimed.

Dean lifted the tray and stepped aside so she could pass him to get to her dad's old truck, but something about her made him hesitate.

"Candy, are you okay?"

She looked at him, her blue grey eyes filling with tears. He placed the coffee tray onto the table and put a hand on her shoulder.

She fell into him, her arms around his waist as she sobbed.

Dean looked at Sam with panic on his face, then gently patted the crying girl on the back.

Sam shrugged at his brother. Normally this would be the perfect opportunity for a little payback, but given all the weird things happening in this town Sam knew it was probably a symptom of something much, much worse.

Dean pulled the girl away from him a little. "Candy? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

She shook her head. "I can't. I really can't. Its….I don't know, crazy?"

Sam pulled out a chair and indicated for her to sit, and then he and his brother took a seat back at the very table they had previously occupied.

"Um, Candy?" Sam turned the puppy dog eyes on full. "Why don't you try us? We're very good listeners"

Dean nodded. "And believe me, we won't think you're crazy"

She blinked her damp lashes, her bottom lip caught in her teeth in indecision. Sam leaned forward and placed a hand on hers.

She looked at his face, so sincere, his eyes tender, caring, and she nodded her head.

"It all started the other night, you know, two nights ago, when dad's sheep got ripped up. Last night, it happened to my brother"

Dean and Sam glanced at each other. "Your brother got ripped up?" Sam asked her.

"Yes. No. Sort of. His farm is near ours, and he heard a wolf cry, then something grabbed him and dragged him away. My dad and his fiancée found him near a plie of dead sheep, same as like at our farm the night before." She looked down at the table, her hands twisting the top of her sandwich bag into small pieces.

"Is your brother okay?" Dean asked her.

"Yeah. Those things that grabbed him, they scratched him up a little, bit him all over, but then, um…"

Sam took her hand again, pulling it from its worried journey over the brown paper sack.

She looked at him, her expression desperate, confused, and very frightened. "He saw what attacked him. He saw them! They were like, weird, crazy people. Like some kind of cave men, or abnormals, with sharp fangs and weird eyes"

A sob escaped her. "Then a dog saved him."

Sam sat back a little. "A dog?"

She met his eyes again. "He said it attacked the crazy people, ripping into them until they ran off. But that's not even the weirdest thing"

She studied Sam's expression, looking for any signs of disbelief or mocking.

There was none.

She met Dean's eyes, the bright green orbs met hers, once again there seemed to be sincere belief.

He gave her a tiny duck of his head to encourage her to continue.

"My dad said the same dog was at his property the night before. And the same people. The dog chased them off, and ate any bits of the crazies she had torn off. My dad..."she took a shaky breath. "My dad said she's a vampire dog."

She looked back at the table again, a self deprecating laugh escaping her. "A vampire dog named Scout"

Sam's eyebrows went up, he turned to see the same expression on his brother's face.

"Ah, Candy? How do you know the dog is named Scout?" Sam asked her.

She sighed and slumped back in her chair. "My dad says she hangs out in his barn. She has a tag on her, no number, just her name"

Dean leaned forward, both elbows now on the table. "Candy, did Scout have any puppies?"

She looked surprised. "What? No. I mean, my dad and Todd said she was just a dog, a border collie, and that her name was Scout. He didn't say anything else"

Dean pulled out his wallet and checked he had his FBI badge. "I think we had better go and pay your dad a visit"

"You can't! Dean, you can't do that! I promised them I wouldn't say anything!" She grabbed his arm, her eyes pleading.

"Candy, those people things are out there, and the dog, that is a whole level of danger we can't have running loose in the area."

She looked to Sam for support. "We, um, that is, Dean and I, we had reports of a dog escaping some medical experimental labs a while back. It's very dangerous. And we'll tell your dad we're just following up on the attacks of the other night. He won't know you've said anything to us"

Dean gave her a nod of reassurance. "We're professionals. We can take care of all of this and not implicate you, Candy." He leaned in a little. "I wouldn't do that to you, you know that, right?" he whispered, and she nodded, hopeful that he was a man of his word.

"We'll give you a head start, too" Sam said, and helped her to the car with her coffees, Dean carrying the sack of sandwiches.

He gave her a peck on the cheek and shut the door of her truck.

Sam gave a small wave as she drove off, and turned to his brother, sure the look of concern was echoed on his own face.

"Vampire dogs? Seriously? And crazy people?"

"You thinking werewolves?" Dean asked him.

"I wasn't, but that makes sense. With the description I mean." Sam sat back down. "Crap"

Dean looked at him, one eyebrow quirked in an unspoken question.

Sam waved a hand. "Candy's brother, Todd. He got bitten"

"Crap" Dean agreed, both silent for a moment.

Dean tipped his head to one side, a thought coming to him. "If the dog ate some of the werewolves, does that mean its now some hybrid dog-vampire-werewolf thingy?"

Sam looked incredulous, then confused. "Geez…I hope not. Silver bullets and beheading, maybe?"

Dean gave him a grimace. "We gotta find out if that thing had puppies or not"

Sam sighed. "I guess lunch will have to wait. We need supplies, I left most of it at the work shed we've got John stashed in."

"Fine. I think we need a crate, or something, to get the dog in. So we'll need a bigger car"

Sam stood back up. "I'll go start getting things ready while you get a car. I'll meet you at the shed" he held his hand up ad Dean threw him the keys.

"Be careful. Things are getting way beyond weird in this town"

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Rhys sighed.

This was going to go badly, no matter what he did.

He had waited, for hours now, but John and Domenico had not returned.

At first he thought they were just having fun with the FBI guys, he knew John was a sadistic son of a bitch, and he was human, but put him with Domenico and they could have spent the entire night torturing those two guys.

Rhys didn't envy them. He'd rather a quick death, if he had to choose.

Which, once he delivered his message to the boss, would probably be what he would have to do.

He tried John's cell, one more time, just in case the idiot security guard turned it back on, but it went straight to voice mail.

He knew Dom had left his at the club, Rhys had been holding it in the cloak room at the front door when the two men had left.

He hadn't been happy about being left behind. He wasn't a security guard, he was just the door man.

He had final word on who got in, all based on hotness and clothing style.

He ran errands. Reported to the big guys.

Sometimes wiped security tapes.

Lured a young man to Dom as reward for standing on the roof keeping lookout.

Nothing dangerous.

Nothing he could be blamed for, should anyone inquire about the disappearing girls.

And they had, those FBI guys.

They were here under cover, and he should have figured that out. Normally he had a god eye for picking a cop, but these two, he had missed.

It could have been the way they looked in tight pants.

That was what had drawn him to Mat when they first got together….

Poor Mat.

Rhys had seen what happened to him when John dragged his sorry beaten up ass back to feed to the girls.

Mat had looked at him then, pleading, sad eyes, he'd realised very quickly that Rhys was involved.

Involved.

He cringed internally when he thought that.

So he stopped thinking it.

He didn't want to go wake the bosses and tell them their watchman vamp and number one security guard had gone off on an unauthorised trip and now were M.I.A.

And he'd known the whole time.

Of course, that's if he told them he knew.

He smiled to himself.

Perfect way out of a bad situation.

Just deny any knowledge of anything.

Best way to keep your head around here.

Literally.

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Leah accepted the change from the waitress and sat back at the table. She handed Heather the money and picked up her cutlery, her face wearing an expression of frustration and confusion.

"I think it's crazy. Really. You know the FBI are here, and they're looking into this"

Hope shifted in her seat and looked to her best friend, Lisa, for support.

"Sis! Seriously! You gotta help us!" Lisa begged.

Leah rolled her eyes. "Don't do that. We all know Heather is a push over! I think your plan is crazy, and at least one of us, probably all of us, is gonna get hurt!"

Heather patted her little sister Lisa on the back of the hand. "Leah's right. I'd die if anything happened to my baby sister!"

Hope raised her hands. "Well, you have to see my point of view, then. Hannah is my sister. I love her. I want to find her, and no one seems to be able to do anything about it. The FBI guys are no closer to finding anything, and every minute that goes by could be her last"

The four girls fell silent over this. Leah pushed her food around her plate a little, her brow furrowed.

Finally Heather sighed. "Well, I guess we're all in, then. But Hope? Maybe you should let Leah, or me, do this."

Hope shook her head. "I'm doing it. Nothing you can say will change my mind. I just need you three to help me"

Lisa nodded. "We have a whole plan worked out. If you guys are in, I can tell you, okay?"

Heather looked at Leah, who gave a small nod.

"We're in" they said in unison.

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Sam pulled into the dusty gravel drive at the abandoned work shed and sat for a moment, looking into his rear view mirror.

He had noticed the plume of dust in the distance, and while he didn't think anyone would be following him, he was pretty sure the narrow dirt road that led to the farm led no where else, based on the level of overgrown grass and brambles the first time he and his brother had scoped the place out.

The dust cloud grew larger as a vehicle approached, and Sam checked his weapon. He climbed out of the tiny Hyundai and tucked his gun into the back of his pants, and sat his machete on the front of the car, covering it with his computer satchel.

The cloud grew closer, Sam could make out a truck of some kind, and it was definitely heading for the work shed.

He leaned back on one leg, casual like, one hand slung in the belt loops at the back of his jeans.

The pick up truck pulled in, the dust drifting forward and obscuring Sam's view of the driver.

He heard the door creak open and the occupant jump out, the dust settling enough for him to see it was his brother.

"Wow, that was quick. That has to be a record for jacking a car"

Dean brushed the dust from his pants. "It was just sitting in that car yard's holding lot. Even has a dog crate on the back."

Sam picked up his bag and the machete and followed Dean into the work shed.

John was still there, tied very well, a gag across his mouth. Dean walked over to him with a water bottle. "Hey there, sunshine. Enjoying the day?"

John glared at him.

"You thirsty?"

The same death glare answered Dean's question.

"Hey, buddy, it's all the same to me, but I may not be back for a while. So, last time, are you thirsty?

John closed his eyes for a brief second, then sighed, giving in. He nodded.

Dean pulled the gag out of his mouth and let him near drain the water bottle, then moved to place the gag back.

"Ah, I need to…you know….go" John said, and glanced at his lap.

Dean shrugged. "So go" and fastened the gag back in place.

John tried to yell at him from behind his gag, the muffled grunts, while unintelligible; clearly portrayed his displeasure and willingness to do grievous bodily harm to Dean, but it fell on deaf ears.

Sam packed a bag with the needed supplies, Dean observing and helping where needed.

"So, we have one night of the full moon left, at least two werewolves, neither of which we have any who they are, one about to turn, a vampire dog, and we have to meet up with Mistress Alison of the bordello vampires. As well as make sure no new girls get taken. Have I about covered why we are in this up to our ears?"

Sam sighed. "Yeah, as well as Lucia, who may or may not try to check things out at the farms where the sheep got slayed."

Dean picked up a machete and checked the blade. "Maybe we shouldn't gank the dog yet"

Sam frowned. "You want a supernatural pet or something?"

Dean looked thoughtful. "That would be cool, but no. I'm thinking that we only have one night of werewolf hunting time left, and the only guy we know that will change is the poor mauled guy. So far Scout the bloodsucking hound is protecting people from the wolves, so maybe we need to concentrate on what we can do this night, and maybe let this dog lead us to the wolves. Or at the very least, protect people from them"

Sam mulled this over. "What about Alison and the picking up of my blood drained corpse?"

Dean sheathed the knife. "What time were they coming?"

Sam packed the blade into the large duffle and zipped it up. "At dusk. That's al they said"

He lifted the bag off the rickety bench. "We could split. I could meet the vampires, and you could find the dog"

"No. No way are we splitting up."

"We can cover the ground we need to, Dean. It makes sense"

"Yeah, and what if the whole nest turn up to take care of your corpse? You'll really end up a corpse. I said no. That's final"

A muffled yell form John caught their attention, and the bound man waggled his eyebrows and looked very animated.

Sam walked over and lifted the gag.

"If you let me take a leak I'll help you. I'll tell you what happens when we pick up the bodies"

Sam looked at his brother. Dean lifted his gun from the back of his pants and cocked it, then threw a knife at Sam.

The taller boy cut the bindings that held John to the chair and then he, too pulled his gun out and aimed at John's head as he stood back up.

John looked at the two men, and he knew they wouldn't hesitate to shoot him if he tried anything.

"Where should I go?" he asked, standing slowly, making sure there were no sudden moves.

Dean shrugged. "Don't care. Just not on me"

John moved to the wall and relived himself, knowing the boys weapons didn't waiver for one moment.

Turning back to them, he figured the best move was to sit back in the chair.

Just as quickly Sam tied him back up, leaving his mouth ungagged.

Dean finally lowered his gun. "Okay, Chuckles. Spill"


A/N...Next chapter probably next week. I don't know for sure, I have no contact with that part of my brain.

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