Rose in the flesh. The very tanned flesh. Dean stopped talking to the local at the bar. Sam was in mid-toss of a dart, and he turned as he saw her. The dart went whizzing past her head, and into the wall behind her. It was a narrow miss. "Well, hi to you too," Rose said, making her way to Sam.
"Well, merry Christmas to me," Sam said sarcastically under his breath.
Rose ruffled her fingers through his hair teasingly. Sam flinched away uncomfortably as Rose turned briefly to him. "Man," she said, shaking her head, "get a haircut, would you?" She smiled. "Or at least wash it, or something. The tough guy look works better on your brother."
Sam threw a quick glare her way as she headed toward the older Winchester brother. Dean sized her up for a second: Daisy Duke cutoffs and a scoop-neck black tank. Sam flattened his mop of brown hair as if in afterthought and watched as Rose pulled up a barstool next to Dean.
"So, I see this is where the road decided to take you, huh?" Rose said to Dean as she waved down the bartender. "Job application?" she asked, and he bent down beneath the counter and pulled one out for her, with a pen. She began scribbling down information.
Sam gave Dean a 'lets get out of here' look, jerking his head once toward the door. Dean shook his head behind Rose's back insistently. Sam mouthed 'come on,' and Dean shook his head again. 'Fine, but you take it somewhere else. I am sleeping in my hotel bed tonight,' Sam half-mouthed, half-whispered, and Dean responded with a rather rude hand gesture.
"So how's your grandma?" Dean asked, with humor tinting his question.
"She's doing alot better now that I'm here. Thanks for asking," Rose said without looking up from her paperwork. "I can't believe I have to apply on paper for a place like this. I mean, give me an apron and a pad of paper and I'm in business." She signed the bottom of the paper and looked up.
"Hey man, back off!" A voice called from the back of the bar, and all eyes went to the two guys who were now standing up. The bigger one of the two (they were both big, but this guy seemed like he had a couple of pounds on the other), started to walk around the table. The smaller one backed up. Sam saw him slip a steak knife up his sleeve, but didn't think anyone else had seen.
Rose signed the papers and heard static in her head started to form words. "You say one more thing about her, I'll make sure you never say anything else in your life again."
"Hey man, back off!" A voice rang out, and this time, not only Rose could hear it. Sam and Dean looked to the back, along with every other person in the cramped bar. I need to get out, Rose thought, at the moment realising threre might be bloodshed. Caeser's face flashed in front of her mind and she tried to make her way out of the bar. People were pouring in from the streets now.
Dean got to the back of the bar, and got a front row spot to watch as the fight. Sam wasn't fast enough, but was right next to Rose, who was looking for a way out of the bar. She was starting to shake, "Hey, Rose, You okay?" He put his hand on her shoulder and she turned around. He snatched his hand back. Her pupils were dialated and she was breathing heavy.
The men in the back had gotten closer, and finally the smaller guy tipped the table over and lunged for the other. The knife hit him in the arm and blood was pouring out a mile a minute. The bar owner and another guy, the chef to the looks of it, came pushing their way through the crowd.
"I need... to get...out." Rose choked through to Sam. Her eyes were rolling back into her head. Sam took a step backwards, but ran into someone. Rose fought her way through the crowd.
The taste of the blood was on her tongue. She could smell it in the air. Every sane part of Rose fought with her supernatural side. One part of her was ready to attack the men in the back, speeding past everyone in the room with unnatural strength. The other part was telling her to run away, and out the door.
The fangs were making their way through her gums now, and her eyes were dilated already. She clutched her fists and and pushed through people on her way to the door, but it wasn't working. Her eyes flashed red, before pooling into black and her fangs came down, touching her bottom lip.
"Hey, Rose," Sam said, trying to make sure she was okay. She flashed back a look at him, and he stepped back, reaching for something in his back pocket. A gun, no doubt. Rose snapped her face back to normal as she feared she might die.
Sam was seeing things. He put the gun back into the back of his jeans, and pulled her up. "I've gotta go," Rose said. "My grandma might need something. You know?" Her voice was faint and Sam had to struggle to hear her. The fight was breaking up.
"Okay," Sam said, and Rose went out the door. He was still confused as ever.
The chef pulled the younger guy off the other and pushed him against the wall. The bigger guy was on the floor, dripping blood everywhere from his arm and the last puncture in his leg. Dean turned as soon as he knew they had it under control.
The sirens blared and the police evacuated the building so the paramedics could get through. "Wow, bar fight. I wonder how drunk they were this time. Remember last time these two guys went at it, Joe?" one paramedic said to the other.
Dean found Sam outside. "Okay, then," Sam said, and Dean got into his car.
"How about seeing Rose?" Dean said. Sam remembered the face. Red eyes and fangs. He wanted to believe he wasn't seeing anything, but come on. Not everyone they met had to be a vampire or a demon. "She's a nice one, huh?"
"Yeah." Sam said, but his voice was aloof. He wasn't focused on the conversation.
"Not the chatty one today, then." Dean said. "Here, mull this over Yoda, I was thinking about checking out that Duquette place tonight."
"Sneak in?" Sam asked
"No, I was thinking we get some skirts, sashes, and cookies and pretend we're girlscouts," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Yes, break in. I figure we've got all day to find out what we can and as soon as its dark enough out, we go in."
"We don't even know alot about this thing. I mean, does Adrian Kenzie and his entire family live there? Are they hiding the bullets? I mean, whats going on here?"
"So many questions, young grasshopper," Dean said with a smirk. "It's hunting season. I figure since they're vampires that somehow stray away from human blood, they might be out finding some kind of food. There's a forest right next to the house."
"How do you know that?"
"Nice guy at the bar told me they used to hold a competition there every year, and Adrian always used to win. People thought it was unfair because he lived right there." Dean answered. "I do my research Sammy."
"Yeah, from a half-drunk guy in a bar. Very nice research, professor," Sam shot back as they pulled up to their room. "I'm wondering why people don't connect this guy with the one that died. I mean, when a guy is mauled to death, and another guy moves in to his old house with the same name. It makes no sense."
"According to my sources," Dean spat out, "this Kenzie is a distant relative."
"With the same name?"
"It's a busy town, people have more to worry about than a dead guy and his relative who never comes out into the public." He had a good point.
"So we go in, look around, potluck on where they're hiding the bullets, and get out of there? Meanwhile, hoping we dont come across one of them." They stepped out of the car and opened the trunk.
"Well, we dont need the bullets to kill the vampires, now, do we," Dean pulled out two guns, loaded with silver bullets. "Tonight."
Authors Note: FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDBACK! lol, please! I wanna know what u think!!!! Cmon the stories just starting!
