He appeared over the hill.

"Thank God for that!"

"They won't follow us. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire gets your scent, it's for life."

"What do we do know?"

"You gotta find the nearest funeral home, that's what."

"Oh, cheery. No optimism then!" I rolled my eyes. "Can I go with Dean?"

"No." John's answer was short.

"Why the hell not?" I asked.

"Because you can't young lady! Now get in the car!"

"You're not my father Uncle John!" I spat at him and he looked hurt. "I'm getting in the car with Dean, because no never specified which one!" I sat in the front of the Impala and Dean joined me swiftly.

"That was uncalled for Mary." He scolded me as I searched the map on my mobile phone.

"He should have thought about that before he decided to put the reins on me." I shook my head. "Oh, funeral parlour, told you I had my uses." I sulked.

We reached the funeral home and I pulled out my glasses.

"What are they for?"

"Flirting my way in." I pulled an ID card out of my bag. "Now according to records, the last person to die was one Joseph Ameriez. Lucky for us, he was murdered."

"How..."

"My boyfriend is also a hunter Dean. He knows more than you give him credit for. Now come on, I have a blood bottle here amongst other things."

I got out of the car and let Dean follow me.

"Hey, I'm Detective Richards and this is Dr. Watson. I understand you have the body of a Mr. J. Ameriez here."

"So?" The security muttered.

"Well we have a warrant to take his bloods." I handed him the paper.

"Awfully young to be a Doctor aren't you sweetheart." He leered and I had to stamp on Deans' foot to stop him charging.

"I'll take that as a compliment, but if you call me sweetheart again, it won't be the dead guy I take blood from! Now, the body?"

"Sure thing lady." He rolled his eyes in defence and led us away. He opened the door. "He's all yours."

"Thankyou." I smiled and Dean shut the door after him.

"Fake warrants, that's err...illegal even by my standards."

"Danny has a brother who works in the police dept. He draws up copies for us, we scan them, change names, and dates etc and use the right equipment to print them." I was prepping the arm "Pass me the needle and tube from the bag." He fumbled and gave me it without a second thought. "Okay." I placed them in "I need you to press on his chest, like you were giving mouth to mouth, just without the..."

"Mouth to mouth, got it. No kissing dead guys for Dean Winchester!" he grinned and got on with it.

It took us a good half hour to fill the bottle and I could have jumped for joy when we had finished.

"Okay, lid on the bottle, tidied up, fake hospital bag, bottle in. Then off back to the motel."

"My arm is killing me!" Dean moaned and rubbed his elbow.

"Shut up Detective Richards. We have to get back to the station." I teased and he followed. "Thanks for the hospitality." I smiled at the security guard "And next time, I will have you brought up for sexual harassment."

"Bitch." He muttered as we walked away.

"That's right sweetheart and don't forget it!" I shouted back before we left.

"Good work." Dean praised me before we entered the motel room. "Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys." He moaned and I rolled my eyes at him.

"You get it?" John asked and he placed it on the table. "You know what to do." He smiled at us all.

Sam got the arrows from the RV.

"Do we get to play Robin Hood?" I teased.

"You don't. You get to do your homework." Sam was joining Uncle John's side swiftly and surely.

"I've read the novel about thirteen times before. I know it inside out." I complained but still picked it and read where I had left off. "You do realise you can't leave me in the RV tonight? Vampire, scent, bad idea." I smiled.