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Back in Black blasted through the radio as Dean raced the impala down a two lane road. He was in a better mood than he usually was, having finished Baby.

"Whoo!" He yelled with a grin, "Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?"

"Mm." Angel leaned forward, "My Trans Am?"

"Shut it."

Sam laughed, "You're in a good mood."

"Why shouldn't I be?"

He shrugged, "No reason."

Dean grinned, "Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine."

"I'm gonna keep that in the 'need to know' pile, D. For when you're in a mood." Angel snapped her fingers, "Next to the pie."

Dean laughed, "How far to Red Lodge?"

"Uh…" Sam looked over the map, "About another three hundred miles."

Dean smiled before flooring it, "Good."

At the Sheriff's Office…

The Red Lodge sheriff talked with Angel, Sam and Dean, who were posing as reporters, "The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time."

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record… You found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam pressed and he nodded, "Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan-"

"That was two days ago. Is there-" A young woman knocked on the door and pointed at her watch, "Oh. Sorry, time's up. We're done here."

Angel turned on her charm, "Really, just one more question."

The Sheriff sighed but motioned for her to continue so Dean piped up, "What about the cattle?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know… The cows found dead, split open, drained… over a dozen cases."

"What about them?"

Sam eyed him, "You don't think there's a connection?"

"Connection… with…?"

""First cattle mutilations, now two murders?" Angel motioned, "Kinda sounds like… satanic cult ritual stuff if you ask me."

The sheriff laughed, "You-" He frowned at their serious expressions, "You're not kidding."

Dean along with Angel and Sam were all stone faced, "No."

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"

"How?"

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan." He narrowed his eyes at them, "What newspaper did you say you three worked for?"

"World Weekly News…"

"Weekly World News."

"Weekly World News."

Dean looked at them as they gave him an eye, "World-"

Angel quickly corrected before laughing softly, "Weekly World…"

"Weekly…" Dean chuckled uncomfortably, "I'm new."

The sheriff glared, "Get out of my office."

At the hospital…

Angel, Dean and Sam entered the morgue, still wearing their professional attire from the Sheriff's office but now also wore white lab coats. They peaked around the corner to see an intern sitting at a desk looking rather bored.

"Leave him to me." Angel smirked, "On my Q you two go in."

At their nods she walked out and smiled when she caught the young man's attention. He quickly put down whatever he was doing and turned to her.

"Hi there." Angel smiled brilliantly at him, "Angel."

"Uh, hi." She reached for his hand to which he quickly took, "I'm Jeff. Nice to meet you."

"Pleasures all mine. Really." She raked her eyes over him, subtly motioning to her brothers behind her who quickly snuck back there, "Wow, you have the warmest eyes I've ever seen. They're beautiful."

Back with Sam and Dean…

Dean mused as they snuck in, "Should we be worried that she's damn good at that?"

"Nah. It worked didn't it?"

"Right." He nodded getting back to work, "Okay. Hey, those Satanists in Florida… They marked their victims, didn't they?"

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead."

"Yeah, so much messed up crap happens in Florida."

Dean handed Sam a pair of latex gloves and put on a pair of his own. Sam opened a compartment and wheeled out a corpse.

Dean motioned to the box between its legs as he looked pointedly to his brother, "Alright, open it."

Sam glared, "You open it."

"Wuss." Dean carried the box over to another table and flipped off the lid, grimacing, "Well, no pentagram."

"Wow…" Sam approached with a cringe as well, "Poor girl."

"Maybe we should, uh, look in her mouth and see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs."

"Yeah, here." Sam motioned to the body with a glare, "Go ahead."

"No, you go ahead."

"What?"

Dean laughed, "Put the lotion in the basket."

"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever." Sam steeled himself before he started poking his fingers into the mouth, "Dean, get me a bucket?"

"You find something?"

"No, I'm going to puke."

"Wait…" Dean stopped him, "Lift the lip up again?"

"What? You want me to throw up, is that it?"

"No, no, no, I think I saw something." Sam pulled back the lip and Deans brow furrowed, "What is that, a hole?"

Dean pressed on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth descended.

"Are you idiots done yet?" Angel whispered coming in quickly, "I sent him for coffee but I really can't talk to Dr. Boring anymore so…" She bulked at the thing sticking out of their victims mouth, "Is- is that a fang?"

"Yeah." Dean scoffed, "Retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me."

"Well, this changes things."

"Ya think?"

At the local bar…

When the three approached the bar Dean tapped the table, "How's it going?"

"Living the dream. What can I get for you guys?"

"Three beers, please."

"So…" Sam got to business, "We're looking for some people."

"Sure. Hard to be lonely."

Angel gave him a sarcastic smirk, "Cute but no."

Sam pulled out a $50 bill, fingering it, before dropping it on the bar. The bartender looked at it, then took it motioning for them to continue.

"Right. So these people… They would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink…"

"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night."

The bartender leaned in, "Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot- drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice."

Dean nodded, "Thanks."

They left their half-finished beers on the table and left. A man who was watching them from the window seat is now gone, a smoldering cigarette left behind. As the Winchester's left, the man watched them before stalking after. They went down an alley and he followed. He lost sight of them, and turned when Dean and Sam were suddenly there. They pinned him to the wall just before Angel came into sight and put a knife to his throat.

Angel gave him a warning look, "Smile pretty for me."

"What?"

"You heard her." Dean growled, "Show us those pearly whites."

"Oh, for the love of- you want to stick that thing someplace else sweetheart? I'm not a vampire." Sam frowned, "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."

Sam studied him, "What do you know about vampires?"

"How to kill them." Gordon's eyes went back to Angel, "Now seriously, baby. That knife's making me itch."

"I'm not your baby." She raised a brow but didn't move from her position, "So I'd watch the words if I were you, friend."

He cocked his head at her before he started to pull away and Sam pinned him down harder, "Hey!"

"Whoa. Easy there, Chachi." The man slowly brought his right hand to his lip, and pulled it back, revealing normal gums, "See? Fangless. Happy?" The boys let him up as Angel took the knife off him, "Now, who the hell are you three?"

At the man's car, he pulled out his arsenal which included a large hook responsible for the deaths of the victims that caught their attention.

"The Winchester's. I can't believe it. You know, I met your old man once? Hell of a guy, great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes, but from what I hear you three fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-"

Angel interrupted, "You seem to know a lot about our family."

"Word travels fast." He shrugged, "You know how hunters talk."

"No." Dean shook his head, "We don't, actually."

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?"

"So, um, so those two vampires…" Sam asked, "They were yours, huh?"

"Yep. Been here two weeks."

Deans asked, "Did you check out that Barker farm?"

"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."

"Well…" Angel cocked her head, "Where's the nest?"

"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong, it's a real pleasure meetin' you three." He raked his eyes over Angel who glared in return, "Especially you, babe. But I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."

"We could help." Angel let the creepiness that followed his gaze fade as she stepped up, "You said it yourself, we're more than qualified hunters."

"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy."

"Come on, man." Dean frowned, "I've been itching for a hunt."

"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." He smiled before getting in his car, "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side."

At the Mill…

A vampire man sat in the quiet mill alone when he heard a noise and went to investigate. He climbed up to the roof and pulled out a crowbar when a crow flew at his head. It startled him but he relaxed, then turned around to find Gordon attacking him with a machete. The man extended his fangs and the two of them began a struggle near an electric saw. The vampire turned it on, pinned Gordon down below it and tried decapitating him until Sam and Angel pulled him to safety. Dean attacked the vampire, pinning him under the electric saw before he lowered it and decapitated him, spraying Dean with blood.

"So, uh…" Gordon looked over at Dean, huffing, "I guess I gotta buy you that drink."