Chapter Six

My shower didn't last nearly as long as I had wanted before the motel ran out of hot water. Sighing as I kicked the facet off so that not too much of my body had to be in the cold water, I pulled back the curtain and climbed out. I dried off with my own towel I had bought from a Bed Bath and Beyond, tired of the itchy and grungy motel towels. I dressed quickly, slipping on short pajama shorts and an oversized white shirt that said 'I need my beauty sleep' in pretty cursive. Wrapping the towel around my head, I left the bathroom.

I froze when I saw Dean near the kitchen table setting out two Red Robin burgers, fries, and a six-pack beer. I glanced at the adjacent doors that separated my room from the Winchesters to see it was close, and Sam wasn't in the room. Quickly tossing the towel on the bed I walked over to Dean who flashed me a smile, motioning for me to sit down. When I did, Dean pushed a burger in front of me.

"Mushroom swish burger for you, extra fry sauce," Dean said, popping the cap off a beer and setting in front of me. He took a seat, tossing the plastic bag that came with the meal to the side.

"What's all this?" I asked, dipping a fry into the sauce and took a bite. I did a little happy dance, savoring the delicious taste.

"Mostly an apology," Dean said, taking a massive bite of his burger. He chewed for a few long seconds before speaking around his mouthful, "What was going on with Sam… it scared me."

"I know," I ate another fry.

Dean swallowed, "But I shouldn't have taken that out on you. It's not your fault, you can't control what other people do."

"Thank you," I said, smiling at him, "For the food. And for apologizing."

I took a bite of my burger, it was delicious, and more expensive then what Dean usually ate. I wasn't going to complain. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying our food too much to talk. It was nice, just me and him eating. I smiled at him, enjoying the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I was glad he was making the effort to spend time with me, this was our first official date. I was sad we were almost done eating.

After opening a second beer and setting it in front of me, Dean cleared his throat, "So we are heading to Pennsylvania in the morning."

"New job?" I asked, not really wanting to talk about work.

Dean nodded, sensing my mood he said, "But we'll talk about that tomorrow.

I smiled, "Then what do you want to talk about tonight?"

Dean's eyes flicked to the bed and back to me. Heat spread up my body, spreading across my face till I was sure I was a tomato. We hadn't talked about if we were going to pick up where we had left off or if we were going to take it slow. Not that I hadn't thought about it, it just never seemed to be a good time. Plus, Sam was always around, I didn't know how many times like this we would get in the future. Either one of us could die tomorrow. Or at least me, the angles might just bring Dean back again.

It wasn't like it was going to be a one-night stand. Dean and I had known each other for almost a year, but we didn't know each other. He knew me well enough to know that I loved mushrooms and I knew he loved pie, I knew bits about his past, but he knew hardly anything about mine. I assumed with the kind of flirt Dean was, he had probably been with a lot of women. I had only one one-night stand, and had only ever slept with one other person. But I hadn't felt about anyone like I felt about Dean.

I turned back to my food, continuing to eat and so did Dean. When we were done, Dean stood up and cleared the trash away. I stood up, smiling at Dean, "Come on, I walk you home."

"Thanks, I feel so much safer with you around," Dean smirked, walking beside me as we approached the adjacent doors. We hesitated by the door.

I smiled at Dean, "Thanks, for the date."

"You're welcome," Dean ran his hand threw his hair, "Look, I'm not good at this. I don't date, and I still don't know why you wanna waste your time with me, but I like you True. I want to make this work, whatever you need." He's eyes flicked to the bed again, before he looked back at me, "However slow you want to take this."

I closed the distance between Dean and I, pressing myself against him as I wrapped my arms around him. I pressed my lips to his and he returned in kind. His hands trailed up the outside of my thighs, pulling up the fabric as he cupped my ass and pulled me tighter against him. He continued higher, to my hips. He's fingers slid under my shirt, his fingers kneading my skin. I wanted him, and I knew that he wanted me, but I did want to wait. To spend more time together, to find out if this was just lustful desire or the potential for something real.

I pulled away from Dean, running my hands through his hair and smiling up at him, "Maybe you'll get lucky on our second date."

Dean wiggled his eyebrows at me, "Maybe you'll get lucky."

We kissed again, slow and sweet, before we parted ways. Dean opened the adjacent door, leaving it open as he glanced back at me. I bit my lip, walking backwards to the bed. I climbed in, watching Dean disappeared onto his own bed. I fell into a blissful sleep, for the first time having happy dreams instead of dreams of shadows lurking around me.

The next morning, we loaded into the Impala and hit the road for Pennsylvania, which was only about a day's drive. We made it by nightfall, cruised down the road, passing a sign that said Welcome to Pennsylvania. A storm was raging outside, lightening lighting up the otherwise dark road. Weird suspenseful music played from the stereo, making the drive feel ominous.

"The radio around here sucks," Dean muttered, clicking the music off. He looked at Sam who was shining his flashlight over the article Dean had found. "Jobs don't get much weirder than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire."

"No, I agree," Sam said, "It's a hell of a case."

"A little more gusto, please," Dean said.

Sam folded the paper his was holding and clicked off the flash light, "It's just… the world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?"

"Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway," Dean said, "But what we can do is chop off some vamps' head. Come on, man, it's like the good old days. An honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters, and Van Helsing, got back to tackling a straightforward, black-and-white case."

We reached our destination around midnight and checked into a motel to get a few hours of sleep before we were scheduled to meet the town sheriff. I crawled into bed beside Dean, resting my head on his chest with his hand wrapped around my shoulder. I feel asleep instantly, only wakening when the alarm clock Sam had set had gone off. Always gentlemen, the Winchesters let me shower first, and I did so as quick as possible. We all dressed in black suits, but I wear a loose silk blouse that was a royal purple. We got into the Impala and drove to the location to meet the sheriff.

Upbeat festival music hit us as we stepped out of the car, it was out of place considering someone had just been murdered. As we walked toward the center of town, I noticed a large banner that ready Oktoberfest. The music came from a live band sitting in a gazebo in the center of town, people walked around having happy conversations, some were even dressed in traditional Swedish clothing. Over all people seemed unconcerned with the fact a woman had died.

"We still got to see the new 'Raiders' movie," Dean was saying, looking from Sam to me.

"Saw it," Sam muttered.

Dean turned to glower at his brother, "Without me?"

Sam scoffed, "You were in hell."

"That's no excuse," Dean said, shaking his head and making me laugh. He turned to me, "And you?"

"I don't know what the 'Raiders' are," I admitted, shrugging.

"Raiders of the Lost Ark," Dean said, giving me a disappointed look.

"Oh!" I smiling at him, "Harrison Ford, love that guy."

"You seen it?" Dean asked, and I shook my head, "Then it's a date. Oh, big pretzel!"

Dean ran off, leaving me and Sam laughing as we trained after him. He bought us each a big pretzel, handing it to us with a satisfied smile. He took a massive bite as a pretty blond in a short skirt walked past. She smiled at him as she passed, "Guten tag."

Dean's eyes trailed after her, and I slapped him hard on the shoulder. He flinched, and I said, "You know, I can speak German, too."

Dean smiled at me, "I'm not surprised. Some something naughty."

"Ich werde dir in den Arsch treten," I said, winking up at him.

Dean's smile grew, and he stepped closer to me, lowering his voice, "What does that mean?"

"It roughly translates to I'll kick your ass," I smiled sweetly at him.

Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes. Dean's smile never left his face, he was looking at me with such desire that I felt week in the knees. My gaze traveled down to his lips, still covered in the oil from the pretzel. When Dean spoke again, his voice was low and deep, "Promise?"

"That looks like our man," Sam cleared his throat to get our attention. I looked away from Dean, the intensity between us evaporating. Sam was pointing at the sheriff who was in the direction the blond woman walked off in. We walked over to him, "Sheriff Dietrich."

"Are you the people from the feds?" Dietrich asked.

We all pulled out our badges, and Sam made the introductions, "Agents Angus, Younge, and Hale. We called ahead about your, uh, problem."

"Right," Dietrich nodded his head, "I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowed, huh?"

He led us away from the center of town and down a less festive street. A large brink building sat at the end of the block that was the police station. The sheriff took us in side, nodding and greeting a few people as he led us toward the back where the morgue was. He hesitated outside the door, his gaze flickering to me.

"If you want, you can wait outside miss," the sheriff said.

"Trust me, I've seen worse," I said, motioning for him to continue.

Dietrich shrugged, pulling open the door for me to walk through. Sam and Dean followed after; Dietrich let the door shut behind him. He led us over to the wall that held the bodies and pulled open one of the lower drawers. Dragging the shelve out, he pulled back the sheet to reveal a young woman lying on the slab.

"Marissa Wight, twenty-six," Dietrich explained, "Just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible, just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season."

"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed," Sam said.

Dean reached down and gently turned Marissa's head toward us, revealing the two puncture wounds on her neck. If this was a horror movie, I would have gasped at the idea of a vampire attack. But in the real world, that was not how vampires drank blood. Rows of teeth, similar to a shark, descended when they were about to feed. The bite marks would have been much more gruesome.

"The hell?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, you got me," the sheriff said, "This killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan-worshipping Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe."

"Was she complete drained of blood?" I asked.

"Yeah, she was," Dietrich conformed.

"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness," Dean said.

"Yeah, I wished I didn't," the sheriff said, "But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable."

Dietrich pushed the slab back into the wall, closing the door with a slam. He told us the bar where we could find Ed Brewer and we left the station. After the short walk back to the town square, we quickly found the bar and headed inside. It was packed, more festival music was playing and bits of conversation could be heard over it. We headed towards the bar, where the blond woman we had seen early was working.

"I remember you," she said, smiling at Dean.

"And I remember you… Jamie," Dean said, his voice polite as he glanced at the name tag pinned to her dress above her cleavage, "I never forget a face."

"We are looking for an Ed Brewer," I said, forcing myself to smile.

She was pretty, a definitely had a nice body. The type Dean would have jumped on the chance to flirt with. I couldn't help the spark of jealousy that ignited inside of me, thought there was no reason for it. Dean was just being his usual cheerful self, not flirting exactly, just being nice. Still, I wanted to slid my hand into his so that Jamie and the whole bar new that I had dibs.

"What do you want with Ed?" Jamie asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, we are…" Dean started as we all once again pulled out our badges, "federal agents. Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime. We just-"

"Wait a minute," Jamie interrupted, looking Dean up and down, "You're a fed?... Wow, you just don't come on like a fed… Seriously?"

Dean cleared his throat, "Yeah, I know. My bosses say it's a real problem."

"Anyway," I said, eager to take Dean away from the pretty lady, "Where can we find Brewer?"

She nodded her head towards a booth in the back corner of the bar. I looked over to see a man sitting alone, sipping from an oversized beer stein. He looked a little rough around the edges, like he hadn't sleep in a while. A five o'clock shadow on his face, his clothes wrinkled. I was starting to see why the sheriff said he wasn't exactly reliable, but that didn't mean he didn't see what he saw. Sam muttered thanks to Jamie, and we crossed the bar.

"Hello, Mr. Brewer," Sam said, once again pulling out his badge and flashing it to the man, "We're Agents Angus, Younge, and Hale. Mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"Uh," Brewer looked at each of us, then nodded.

I scooted into the booth first, Dean taking his place next to me. There wasn't enough space for Sam, so instead of taking position next to Brewer, he remained standing. Brewer took a sip of the stein, whipping at his libs with the front of his hand. He looked at us, waving his hand out, "I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me. Why should you be any different?"

"Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different," Dean told him.

Brewer nodded, "I spoke the God's honest truth, and now I'm the town joke."

"Marissa Wight's murder is no joke to us," Sam said, "And we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem."

"We have a lot of experience with strange," Dean said.

Brewer took another sip of his beer and burped. Holding two thumbs up he said, "It was just after midnight. I just left here, and like I do every night, I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was… struggling to much. And this man, he was, well, he was biting her neck."

"Can you describe her assailant?" Sam asked.

"Oh, he was a vampire," Brewer said with total confidence, pointing at Sam.

"Okay, right," Dean said, "And by that, you mean…?"

"You know," Brewer insisted, hissing slightly, "A vampire."

"Uh-huh," Dean said, "So he looked like…?"

"He looked like a vampire," Brewer snapped, "You know with the fangs, and the slicked back hair, and the fancy cape, and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon."

"Oh, my God," I said a little too enthusiastically, sitting up a little straighter, "You mean like a Dracula?"

"Exactly," Brewer said, "Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent."

Sam asked, "The accent?"

"Yep," Brewer nodded.

I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling, excitement building up in my chest. Granted, this wasn't our type of case, but how could I not get exited? I had never hunted a Dracula before, even if it was just a copycat. I cleared my throat, "What did he say, exactly?"

"You know, something like," Brewer started, switching to a horrible Dracula voice and throwing up his arm to hide his face with an invisible cape, "Stay away, mortal! The night is mine!"

I bit down hard on the inside of my check, looking down at my lap. My whole body shook with silent laughter, I couldn't help it. Never have I ever had someone try to convince me that a Dracula had attacked someone. If Brewer only knew that I was a decedent of Abraham Van Helsing, he would understand how ironic this was. Alas, he didn't know who I was, so he didn't find my laughter very amusing.

"I know you wouldn't believe me," Brewer said.

"Oh, know," I gasped, I cleared my throat and forced myself to stop giggling, "I believe you saw something."

Dean and I rose form the table, walking over to the bar. Dean turned to Jamie, "Can I get a beer?"

Jamie glanced at me before flashing a smile, "Sure thing, Agent Younge."

"So, what do you think?" Dean asked us as Sam joined us by the bar, "Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?"

I laughed, "Oh no, it was totally Dracula."

"Definitely not our kind of case," Sam said.

"Agreed," Dean said, pushing away from the bar. He led us to an empty bar, motioning me to sit down fist. I scooted over so he could sit beside me, "But who cares? Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, guys. Beer and Van Helsings."

I smiled him, "We should totally investigate!"

"Why?" Sam scoffed.

"He is a Dracula, I am a Van Helsing," I said, "It is my duty to hunt this monster down. To honor my ancestors!"

"He's not a real vampire," Sam reminded.

"No, shit Sherlock!" I smiled at him, "It would still be fun though."

"There you go," Jamie said, arriving at our table before Sam could respond. She set a clear glass jug of beer in front of Dean. She smiled at me and Sam, "What can I get you?"

"Oh, he doesn't drink," Dean said, motioning to Sam, "He's a Christian scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts."

"You're funny," Jamie said, smiling at Dean.

"Do you have any peach wine?" I asked, drawing Jamie's attention to me as another round of jealously perked up in my chest.

Jamie thought for a moment, "I think we have a bubbly one."

"I'll take it," I said.

"You got it," Jamie said, she glanced at Dean one last time before walking away.

"You could try not flirting with the waitress," I found myself saying before I could stop myself.

"I wasn't flirting," Dean insisted, turning his head to me, "I was just being nice."

"Really?" I demanded, "Which is why she was all giggly? You know what, never mind. Get up."

I motioned for Dean to move, but he didn't budge. A mixture of disbelief and confusion flashed across his face, "Come on, True."

"Dean, I'm not gonna sit here while you disrespect me by flirting with another girl," I snapped, "Now, move before I make you move."

Dean stood up, allowing me to scoot out of the booth. I stormed toward the front door, Dean following after me. I threw open the door, side stepping a drunk man who stumbled into the bar. I headed down the coble stone street toward the hotel.

"True, I'm sorry," Dean called after me, "I wasn't trying to flirt, it just a reflex."

"It should be a reflex not to be a dick," I called back.

Dean picked up his pace, grabbing hold of my elbow and pulled me around to face him, "What is going on with you?"

"I don't know!" I admitted, shrugging him off, "But I don't like it. This isn't me. I am not the jealous insecure girlfriend, I'm the confident bad ass who hunts monsters. I haven't been in a relationship like this before, that I was so scared of losing someone."

I hated myself for getting so caried away, but it was easier then facing the possibility that someone else could catch Dean's eyes. He was beyond attractive; he would constantly be bombarded with attention from other girls. I did not like being this insecure, it wasn't who I was. I had over reacted, lost in the dance of the jealous feelings.

Dean heaved a sigh, taking a step closer, "You're not going to lose me, True. I swear, I wasn't trying to flirt. I want to be with you. I'm sorry it came out like that; I was trying to be nice. But at the end of the day, I'm going home with you."

I bit my lip, looking into his eyes. They appeared darker in the night, but I could see the truth of the words he spoke. I dropped my head in shame. Dean took another step closer, closing the distance between us as he wrapped one arm around my waist. With the other hand he tilted my chin up so that I was looking into his eyes again. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine.

"We good?" Dean asked when he pulled back.

"Yeah," I said, sinking into Dean's embrace, "We're good."

"Good," Dean smiled and kissed be again, this time deep enough to send butterflies fluttering throughout my body, "I kind of like it when you jealous, kinda a turn on."

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up."

"What do you say we head back to the motel?" Dean asked, his voice growing husky, "Not saying we got to have sex, but you would be basically taking my virginity."

I laughed, "Come again?"

"I came back from the furnace with no scars," Dean explained, taking my hand and leading me back to the motel, "You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, which leads me to conclude, sadly, that my virginity is intact."

I laughed again, "Are you serious? You want me to pop your cherry?"

Dean smiled, "If you count all the times that we went on food runs, supply runs, hunting trips, and so on, this is like our one hundredth date. Don't you think it's time we crossed that line?"

I smiled up at him, "Well, the case was a bust. So, we have some time."

"You guys will have to get another room. Cause, I don't want to witness this," Sam said, appearing suddenly beside Dean, "I paid your guys tab by the way."

"Then go away," Dean said.

I smiled, but we wouldn't be able to get our own room. It was hard enough getting one since Oktoberfest was in full swing. We walk the few short blocks to our motel with light conversations about Dracula, hitting the hay as soon as we were in the room. It was early the next morning that Sam's phone rang, the sheriff was calling to tell us there was another murder. A young man by the name of Rick Deacon had been ripped to shreds by some sort of creature, and his girlfriend was waiting for us to question her. The boys dressed in the same suits they wore yesterday, but I traded my black blazer for a hot pink one over a button up white shirt.

We found the girl, Marie, sitting by a table by the gazebo, slurping on a sixty-four-ounce soft drink. We told her who we were and pulled up three chairs to gather around for her story about how her boyfriend and her were making out in his car, when a creature ripped him out of the car. She honestly didn't seem that broken up that her boyfriend was dead. She took another long slurp, then said, "And then it just tore Rick into little pieces."

"Ma'am, we understand how hard this is," Dean said, "But can you describe the creature?"

"Oh," Marie took another long gulp of her drink, "It was a werewolf."

"A werewolf?" Sam repeated, "Are you sure?"

"Oh, yeah," the girl nodded, "With the fury face and the black nose and the claws and the torn-up pants and shirt, like from the old movies."

"Well," Sam said, at a loss for words.

"Okay," Dean said, also at a loss, "Thank you for your time."

We rose from the table, Marie returning to her drink. We arrived at the morgue a few moments later, heading into the room to examine the body and wait for the sheriff. We walked to the back wall as Dean said, "First a Dracula and now a full-on movie-times wolf man? Do you think this has anything to do with you?"

I shook my head, "Nothing suggests that it is."

"What the hell is going on here?" Dean asked, putting his hands on his hips.

We walked to the wall of drawers and Sam found the slab that contained Rick. He pulled open the door and took out the slab, unzipping the black body bag so we could look upon the recently departed. It was not a pretty sight, and the smell was even worse.

"Damn," Dean said.

"Alright," Sam said, grabbing a prob of a nearby table. He moved aside some torn fabric, "Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe. Look at those bite marks. Right down to the bone… and deeper."

"Strong enough to tera a healthy man apart limb from limb," Dean said, looking at me, "You ever heard of anything like this before? Could it be a werewolf?"

"I mean, werewolves are super strong," I said, standing on my tippy toes to get a better look at the remains, "But this is no werewolf attack, looks like the heart is still there."

"Thus, I reiterate," Dean said, "What the hell is going on?"

"Well, I was hoping you folks could tell me," Sheriff Dietrich said, walking into the room, "I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibers we found on the body. Canine. Wolf hairs."

He lifted up the evidence back as proof. We all shared a look, but none of us knew what to say. Dean rubbed his eyes, "I'm getting a headache."

Awe said farewell to the sheriff and head back to the bar to get a burger and regroup and discuss the case. None of us had any idea what was going on, or how this could be happening. It just didn't make sense.

"I don't know, man," Dean repeated, whipping his hands on his napkin when he had finished eating, "Looks like we've stumbled onto a midnight showing of 'Dracula meets Wolf Man.' Is that it?"

I shrugged and Sam said, "I don't know. I mean, wolf man seems real enough. It makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess."

"Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair," Dean reminded us, "That's just a myth."

"Yeah," Sam and I agreed.

"So, what?" Dean asked, finishing his beer, "We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?"

"Looks like you three are staying awhile," Jamie said, bringing the boys another round of beer and a glass of wine for me on a circle brown tray, "I heard about Rick Deacon."

"Yeah, this case just got weird enough for, uh, our department," Dean said.

Thanks to the talk I had with Dean, my little green jealousy monster stayed in hiding while Jamie's gaze was on Dean. I still didn't like the fact that she was around, but soon we would solve the case and we would be on our way. I knew there was no reason to be jealous, Dean even made it a point not to let his eyes linger on her any more then what was a polite necessity. Jamie also wasn't flirting with Dean, just being a kind and doing her job. Honestly, see seemed like a nice lady, and I did like her sassiness.

"Well, drinks are on me," Jamie said, smiling at each of us before walking away.

Dean picked up is beer, "Hey, you think this Dracula could turn into a bat? That would be cool."

Dean took a sip of his beer, covering his top lip in foam. He turned to me and grinned, making me laugh. I grabbed a napkin and pressed it to his lip, it stuck there due to the dampness when I pulled my hand away. Sam chuckled, and Dean reached up and whipped his face clean. We remained at the bar for another hour when Sam's phone rang.

"Hello? Where?" Sam asked, pulling out his little black notepad and a pen, "We're on our way."

Sam hung up, rising to his feet. Dean and I followed him out of the bar and back to the Impala. It wasn't until we were all inside the car, the Sam explained that a security guard had been attacked by what authorities claimed was a mummy. We drove to the history museum more perplexed then before, what old school movie monster was going to be next? Frankenstein?

The museum was already buzzing with the police when we pulled up. The sheriff met us out front, leading us around to the loading dock where an old sarcophagus sat. We got to work examining it, pulling out our flashlights to check every inch for some kind of clue to what we were dealing with. I shined my flash light inside, my nose instantly breathing in a sour smell.

I looked over to see a little pail that was smoking and bubbling, "Dry ice."

"This sarcophagus isn't ancient," Sam scoffed. I looked up as he rose to his feet, clicking off his flashlight. He held up a sticker, "It's from a prop house in Philly. Is he making his own special effects?"

"Yeah, a mummy with a good sense of showmanship," Dean said.

"This is stupid," Sam said

"Reminds me of when I was a kid," I crossed my arms over my chest, "My siblings used to play Monster vs Hunter, where one of us would be the monster and the rest had to hunt them."

Dean rose to his feet, "You played a hunting game?"

I nodded, "Echo always hated being the monster, but always went all out. If she had to be the monster, she would be the best monster she could. She killed me a lot…"

"Well," Dean said, rising to his feet, "True and I should go do some research. Sam, you're good here with the mummy and the crazy?"

"Yeah," Sam said, giving us a thumbs up.

"But, I'm-" I started, far too curious to be dragged off for research. Dean grabbed me by the shoulder and spun be around before I could finish, ushering me out of the museum and back to the Impala. I sat in the front seat as Dean started the car and headed off. "Why do you want to do research?"

"I don't," Dean admitted, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, "But that will distract Sam so that we could have a little one on one time, maybe get a beer?"

I blinked at him, torn between spending time with him and working the case. I guess there was no harm in doing both, and it would be nice without Sam as the third wheel. I smiled at Dean, "Alright, let's get a beer."

"Yes!" Dean said, pulling up outside the bar.

I got out, glancing around and my eyes fell on a figure standing down a nearby alleyway. My eyes widened and I almost laughed at what I was seeing. It was a man, facing away from me, dressed in a long cap. If I didn't know any better, I would say it was Dracula. I watched his mouth move, then he flung his cap over his shoulder and took off out of sight.

"Dean," I yelled, taking after him.

Mine and Dean's foots steps echoed on the cobble stones as we ran down the alleyway.

"I have watched you many nights from afar," Dracula said, his voice drifting toward us. We slowed to a walk, not wanting to give away our surprise, "My passion knows no bounds! You are the reincarnation of my beloved, and I must have you."

There was a shout, and then footsteps running toward us. Jamie came running around the corner, nearly colliding with Dean. She painted, looking scared. Dean flipped her around, pushing her behind us as we stepped forward be face to face with Dracula.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered as smile slid across my face.

Dracula walked forward, squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin, "You should not use such language in the presence of my bride."

"Okay," Dean said.

He brought back his arm and slammed his fist into Dracula's face with enough force to send the vampire to the ground. Then, was back on his feet in a flash. He bared his teeth at us, two long fangs instead of normal canines. He let out a loud hiss, glaring at Dean. Dean moved to punch him again, but the vampire blocked that blow and then the next. He grabbed Dean around the neck and slammed him against the nearby wall.

"You are done, Mr. Harker!" Dracula said, "Mina is mine!"

I ran toward them, sliding my arm under Dracula's neck in a half choke hold. He was taller than me, so I used my elbow to turn his head away from Dean so that both my feet remained planted on the ground. Gripping my hand holding his neck with my free hand, I pressed my arm flat against his spine forcing him to bend back. I used all my body weight to pull him away from Dean, and he yelled as I did. With him hissing in my here, I slid my leg behind his and threw him to the ground.

Dracula launched to his feet, holding on to the side of his head and round down the alleyway. Dean and I ran after him, chasing him down the street. He turned a corner and jumped over a wrought iron gate. Panting, I leaned forward with my hands on my knees while Dean took hold of the bars. We watched, not sure how to react as Dracula sped off on a scooter. Dean turned around to face me, holding out his hands. Revealing in one a ribbon with a medallion that had been around Dracula's neck, and in the other was an ear.