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"It looks like his neck was snapped."

Sam looked at him with wide eyes. "Don't you see? Don't you understand?"

His brother always found secret meanings where all he could see was a murder. A cold blooded murder. It couldn't just be some sick guy that had had revenge, no. It had to be more complicated than that with Sam.

"See what? It's not the first time we fall upon a dead corpse."

"Doesn't it look like a message to you?"

"A message? For us?"

"Yeah! Like a - 'we know what you are and just get the hell out of here if you don't want to end this way' – kind of message, Dean."

Really, this kid was perturbed. Maybe way too smart for his own good, but why? Why would someone give a message like this? And first of all, who could know them? Who could know who they were, what they were doing, besides their father? What was for certain was that it couldn't be their dad behind that.

"Did you see anything...weird on that body?" He was the technical one. Checking for facts, proofs, something that could help him determine who wanted them out of Pasadena.

"Yes." Sam knelt next to the body, motioning to his brother to look down. His flashlight showed a spot on the neck of the body, that he touched wearily. Two open wounds.

"Bite marks!"

"And it's not a dog."

Standing up, he looked at his brother with furrowed brows. "I thought vampires had been chased away to Eastern Europe after World War II?"

"Me too." Sam shrugged. "I'll try to find out who this kid is with this." He said, holding out an I.D. card with only a number. "He had it in his vest." He took off then, leaving his brother and the dead alone.

"So, boy...I guess you weren't worthy of them, or you wouldn't have your head backward now, would you?"

Talking to dead wasn't something he used to do, but since he understood he wasn't able to talk with his own brother, he was ready to do anything to release some of his pent-up energy. Usually hunting down monsters and legends did the job, but these days had been really calm, and he was beginning to feel the stress. He just wasn't used to it.

With a sigh, he took the body to drag him to his car, and bury him somewhere. Photos had been taken already; they had everything they could have gotten from that guy, so now...it was him who did the dirty job, most of the time, in a way to protect Sam from his memory. He knew that each time a clue was dropped; it was hurting his little brother like it happened just the day before. It was so vivid.

One day, he will make Sam understand those two deaths weren't his fault. One day, Sam will see things the way he was seeing them. They were destined to be hunters, to kill off the vile stench of those living nightmares. Their mother's and Jessica deaths, as awful as they had been, were some kind of red line. Following it would lead them to the crib of it all. And maybe, if they were lucky, they could get rid off all evilness that wasn't human.

If only everything could be so simple, right. Of course, in his head it was more confused than ever. Why did he feet like Sam was much more important to this all than he would let on? Why did he feel like if they weren't together, neither of them would get the answers they needed? Why did he feel like it would never end?

Throwing the last handful of sand on the body in the hole he dug up, he sighed. Wiping his dirty hands on his jeans, he watched the clear night sky, as if it could give him everything he needed. The wind was chilling him to the bone, and he suddenly fell uncomfortable, like he was somewhere he shouldn't be.

A loud shriek pierced the air, and he immediately took out his gun, running to his car. A flash of light blinded him for a second on the horizon of the desert, and he thought of driving to it, just to check what had just happened, but a pang in his guts acted as a warning sign, and he began to drive the other way around, back the way he came.

What was going on around here! Lots of unnatural stuff, he could guess with a half ironical smile.

He drove back into town as fast as he could, before pulling to a stop at a Wal-Mart parking shop. Running his hands over his face, he leant against the steering wheel. He still had white dots in his eyes from the light, and it wasn't good.

It was just like this day. He was just a little boy...almost still a baby. The screams had been the loudest he ever heard that night. His mother, his beloved mother. Same blinding light as their father shoved him, with Sammy in his arms, away from the room, away from the house, away from the danger. Blinding light that was his mother.

Rubbing his eyes one last time, he squinted when he looked up. They finally had some work here. Maybe they were back on the track of their dad, that they lost some time ago. Maybe he was there, trying to uncover whatever evil was in play here. Maybe he was near, learning all he could about the vampire living here. Or vampires, even, who knew? They were a kind that grew quickly.

With a final sigh and himself brought back together, he got back in gear and drove to the apartment he shared with his brother. He knew he wasn't doing well, of course not, but if only he could get Sam to talk to him...but he was hiding in a hardened shell. And he never got out of it.

"I saw something weird in the desert." He said as a greeting to his brother, sitting with his laptop on his legs in the middle of the room.

"His name was Drew Cunnings. He was a student at Pasadena College. What was it in the desert?" asked Sam, without taking his eyes off the screen.

He shrugged off his vest and went to sit beside his brother, taking a beer on the way.

"Some kind of weird lightning. It just lasted a second, but it wasn't a thunderbolt."

Finally Sam looked up and raised his eyebrows. "You went to check?"

Shaking his head, he answered after taking a swig of the cold drink he had in hand. "No, it looked too weird. I guess tomorrow we could go take a look, after going to the college."

"I guess." Sam went back to his researches, frowned, and then smiled at something. He turned the screen for him to get a glimpse of pictures of some kind of fiesta.

"Looks like our guy wasn't a party pooper." Pointing to a certain picture, a smile grew on his face. "And he had a girlfriend. We have a starting point, here."

Sam frowned as he took in the picture, but his face went emotionless when he saw him staring. As always, his brother would hide his feelings and thoughts that were apart from whatever mission they were on to keep them buried under a ton of bricks.

Sighing, he went back to contemplating his beer.