Dean sat in the passenger seat of his dad's truck. He missed this. He needed this. Taking back roads, blasting rock music, anticipating the upcoming hunt.

"So what exactly are we hunting?" Dean asked. John turned the radio down.

"Bunch of local teenagers are going missing. Officers found a girl lying on the side of the road, who described what sounds like vampires."

"Sounds like a sick after school club."

"Exactly. That's why I need you to go into the high school and see what you can find out."

"And here I thought that's what I was getting away from."

John sighed deeply.

"Listen Dean, I know I haven't been the most supportive lately-"

"It's fine," Dean said, straightening up. He did not want to talk about this now.

"No it's not. I just need you to understand-"

"I do," Dean snapped. "And she's not pregnant anymore so it's no longer an issue."

John so badly wanted to make sure his son was okay. There was a time when Dean could tell him anything. John wondered when it all stopped.

John knew Dean didn't want to talk about it anymore and stopped asking questions.

A couple days passed.

At this point, Dean was enrolled at the local high school to see what he could find. So far, nothing. Well… Except for a cute girl named Taylor.

Taylor's sister Sutton went missing. Apparently, Sutton was dating this guy named Mike, who Taylor described as super shady. Dean knew right away that this Mike guy was most likely a vampire and this Sutton girl was most likely his new victim. But Dean wasn't about to tell Taylor that.

"Hey," Taylor said, walking up to Dean in the school hallway.

"Hey. Any word from Sutton yet?" Dean asked, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.

"No. And the cops aren't helping. Sutton's 18 so they think she just ran away with Mike."

"I could see that but that doesn't explain the other missing teens."

"They have no reason to connect them."

"Four teenagers go missing in the span of two weeks and they think there's no connection?"

"We've had worse here."

"Listen, I've been talking to my dad and he really thinks he can help."

"What good is your dad going to do?"

"He's a private investigator. He's actually taking some down time until we've finished moving, but he might be able to offer some advice. My place? Around five?"

"Sure. Thanks Dean."

Dean tidied up the hotel room. Ever since he told John about Sutton and Mike, John jumped on it. There were newspaper articles and printouts and evidence all over.

There was a knock at the door when he finished. Just in time.

"You could have told me you lived in a hotel room," Taylor said.

"They're still doing some renovations on the house. Come in."

Taylor smiled and went inside. Dean closed the door behind her.

"My dad ran out to get dinner. Hope you like-"

And just like that, he was knocked out cold.

"It's Dean-"

Sam groaned and hung up the phone. That was the fifth time in three hours and Dean still wouldn't answer.

"Maybe he's working on the case," Bobby suggested, walking into the room.

"Last night he said they were still talking to sources. They're not ready to go after them."

Bobby studied the boy. Sam had a feeling; the same feeling he had on the last case.

"Something's wrong."

"Let's not get too crazy Sam. I'm sure he and your dad are fine."

Sam stared at the phone. God, he hoped Bobby was right.

Dean woke up strapped to the bed in the hotel room. His head was pounding. Whatever she hit him with, it worked.

"Look who's awake," she sang, walking over to the bed.

"Let me guess. You're the vamp."

"One of them," Taylor said. She knelt down next to him and whispered in his ear. "You shouldn't have let me in."

"When my dad gets back-"

"Don't you think I've already thought of that?"

"What you'd do to him?"

"Don't worry! He's still alive! For now."

Dean pulled on the knots holding his wrists and winced in pain. The ropes had razors laced in-between.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Taylor warned. "The more you struggle, the more you get cut. The more you get cut, the more you bleed. The more you bleed… Well…"

"So what the hell did you do to your sister and her boyfriend?"

"Mike wasn't supposed to happen. I got bit a year ago by some guy I made out with at a party. I loved it so I thought my sister should join me. But then she went all psycho and drained poor Mikey."

"So you lied?"

"Not really. She really is missing. Got scared and skipped town I guess. That's why I'm converting our friends as well. So we can team up and help find her."

"Adds a whole new meaning to best friends forever," Dean mumbled.

"Exactly!"

"So why come after me? I'm not helping you!"

"Please, I could smell hunter on you and your dad the minute you came to town. I'm impressed though. You're pretty quick on your feet with the 'my dad's a PI' and 'we're waiting for our house to be renovated'. Not bad."

"You're not going to get away with this."

"Ha! I'm sure that's what you tell all of them!" Taylor scoffed.

"And I'm always right."

Bobby stood over Sam's bed, shaking him.

"Sam! Wake up boy!"

"What time is it?" Sam groaned.

"Almost four. Come on we have to go!"

"What? Why?"

"Your brother's in the hospital."

Sam immediately jumped out of bed. He didn't even bother to change out of his pajamas.

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