A/N: Scheduled for surgery tomorrow afternoon so wanted to get this posted today. NC

Chapter 33

With the case reports in hand, the brothers headed for the hospital and to the morgue to see the bodies of the victims. Dean maneuvered through the traffic and pulled up to the small three-story hospital and found a place to park. They got out and headed inside to search for the morgue. Not seeing a sign, Sam asked at the information desk and got directions and they headed for the elevators in the back of the building.

The elevator doors opened to the basement level and Sam stepped off first seeing a sign that pointed them toward the morgue. They followed them to a set of double doors and pushed through feeling the change in temperature of the air. One door was labeled cold storage and the other morgue.

The air in the next room was colder and smelled of death and disinfectants. Dean faltered in his steps when he drew in a breath and coughed hard. The odor was almost overwhelming to him and he was not sure why. Possibility because the beast and him were becoming one now and he was using all his senses at a higher level now.

"You okay?" Sam asked sensing at his brother's discomfort and the strange look on his face.

"Give me a sec," Dean grunted clearing his throat and looking up when a man in scrubs stepped through a door across the room.

"Are you the FBI guys the sheriff called about?" he asked.

"Yes, Agents Planet and Shaw," Sam greeted him.

"Doc Holliday and no, no relations," he said. "I've already pulled out the five bodies you'll want to be looking at and was just making copies of my autopsy findings."

"You're efficient," Sam commented.

"Not my first rodeo. I've dealt with the FBI before when I lived in Denver. Moved out here to get away from the crazy and it seems to have followed me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go finish with those reports." Holliday stepped back and headed back into the room he had come out of.

Dean and Sam looked across the room at the five trays with covered bodies waiting on them. They passed the stainless-steel tables that sat in the middle of the room and stopped at the bodies. Sam looked around and snagged gloves for them.

Dean pulled the sheet down on the first body and saw a young man's, pale face. He lowered it to the waist so they could examine him. Sam rolled the arm slightly and nodded at the large needle mark in the bend of the elbow knowing this was how the blood was drained from him. Dean leaned closer to look at the ragged edges of his ripped out throat.

"At first glance, it looks like a vamp attack, but why the overkill?"

"Check another one," Dean said. His nostrils flared as he tried to pick up on the scent of the vampires.

Sam turned to the next tray and pulled the sheet down the body and grimaced.

"This one is worse, chest is torn open, not sure if any organs were removed or not. We'll have to check the autopsy report."

"Was he drained?"

"Yeah, put the needle in his neck, maybe it's faster there?"

"There is definitely more than one vampire," Dean told him as he looked over the other body and leaned in to smell it.

"You think a nest?" Sam had pulled down the sheet on the third one and shook his head madly. These were way beyond overkill.

"No, three, maybe four at most. These bastards don't care if they leave evidence behind or their kills." Dean was looking at the fourth body now and frowned in disgust. "It's getting worse."

Sam looked over from where he was standing by another body and stepped toward Dean to see this body was ripped almost apart.

"Not sure I even want to see the last one," Sam huffed, wondering about what type of vampires they were dealing with.

"Here you go agents, my reports," Doc Holliday announced as he stepped back into the room and walked toward them.

Dean snapped off his gloves and accepted the folder from the coroner and shaking his hand.

"Thanks for your help," Sam told him as he pulled his gloves off and tossed them.

"I hope you find whoever is doing this. They are monsters and it seems to be getting worse with each victim."

"We're going to try our best," Dean assured him.

Dean headed out of the morgue and did not slow until they had gotten outside where he could breathe in several deep breathes of clean air. He hoped that experience would not happen again, or it was going to be an issue. He unlocked the Impala so they could get in.

"What do you think? Should we check out the crime scenes or look for likely sites for them to hold up during the day?" Sam had picked up the folder for the autopsy reports and scanned them, not really finding anything they did not already know from looking at the bodies.

"Let's grab a map of the town and mark where the victims lived, were they were taken from, and where the bodies were dumped. Maybe that will give us some clues and we can get out of these monkey suits."

"Yeah, sounds good to me too. Does it seem like these vamps are acting weird? I mean than others we have taken out."

"Yeah, they're bold, brash, violent, not really trying to hide the blood draining and not getting rid of the bodies where they wouldn't be found. I'm getting a bad feeling about this case."

"If we do find them, we better go in doubly armed and be very careful."

"Yeah, I agree," Dean replied starting the car and pulling out onto the main road. He headed back toward the motel as he started plotting things in his head. He was not worried about himself as much as he was about his brother. Sam did not have the luxury of being able to heal like him, so he would be in danger. If he could do this alone, he would, but knew Sam would never allow it. He pushed that thought from his mind and concentrated on what he could do. No matter what the situation, Dean would always put Sam's safety above all else. Even with the change, it was still ingrained in him to keep his brother safe.

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Sam reached for his gun when he heard rattling at the door, but relaxed when Dean pushed it open to step inside with their lunch. He was juggling drinks and bags as he pushed the door closed.

"Chows here," he said.

"Good, I'm hungry," Sam greeted him, moving the papers out of the way so Dean could set the food down. He caught a whiff of the food and his stomach growled loudly making Sam look up in surprise.

"Gee Sammy, your stomach sounds louder than I do when I change," Dean teased. "You better feed it and quick!"

"Funny, ha, ha," Sam spat out sarcastically. He pulled a wrapped sub toward him and checked the initials on the outside to be sure it was his. He pulled the paper back and took a huge bite, savoring the flavors as he closed his eyes and sighed happily.

"These are good subs," Dean mumbled as he ate his or more devoured it and opened a second one.

Sam looked on as Deans started his second sub, wondering if his appetite doubled now that he was pumped up and needed the calories. He ate his slowly wanting to taste it, at least, but did not scold Dean on his eating habits knowing it would not do any good.

"Did you find anything on the map?"

"Maybe, I found a couple of abandoned farms outside of town and there's some empty warehouses on the other side of town that might make good hideouts too."

"Well, if you ask me, I'd say it's the warehouses. I don't think these vamps want to put too much effort into finding their victims. They'd want to be close to the source. Show me where they're at," Dean told him gathering his trash to throw away.

"Sure." Sam reached behind him and got the map he had marked with the information they knew and placed the folded paper next to Dean. "Here's where the warehouses are. I checked them out and they've been empty for several years now. Some are used for storage, but mostly they're just standing abandoned."

Dean studied the map and glanced at the other X's seeing a couple of them were not that far from where Sam had pointed out the warehouses. He noticed the warehouses were only set back a couple of blocks from the business district that had several restaurants and clubs in a two-block radius. It was a perfect setup for the vampires to find their victims and get them back to the warehouses without anyone being the wiser.

"Should we go check them out before it gets dark and they start looking for another victim?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, maybe we'll get lucky." Dean got up from the table and glanced around for his jacket.

Sam threw his trash away and followed his brother, grabbing his jacket as he headed out the door. He dropped into the passenger seat and adjusted his long legs in the wheel well and watched the scenery flow by as Dean drove them to the warehouses. He felt anxious and apprehensive since this was his first time hunting with Dean in his new form. He was not sure what to expect since he was enhanced now. This did give them an advantage against the monsters, he hoped. Sam really wanted to see his brother in action and see how he fit in now. He knew not having any enhanced powers would be to his disadvantage, but he was still a damn good hunter.

A/N: The brothers have zeroed in on the possible location of the monsters, now to see if they are right. Thank you for taking this journey with me. Fingers crossed all goes well with doctor appointment. Reviews would brighten my day. NC