Author's Note: Sorry to be such a pain in the bum, but someone gave me some great advice in a review so I'm changing the way the story is written, but don't worry there'll still be plenty of laughs. Please keep reviewing.

Later that night Sam and Dean went to the local bar to unwind, but Sam had insisted on bringing his laptop along to do research on what their next gig might be.

"Dude, why do you have to bring that thing," Dean questioned again, as he pushed open the door to the bar.

It wasn't busy inside, in fact only a few men lingered in the dark corners sipping on beers. One man, he looked different, eery and weird but it was too dark where he sat to make out his features.

"Because," Sam repeated slowly, "we can get a head start on our next job."

"Whatever," Dean replied.

They crossed the floor to the bar and took their place on two stools, when someone spoke.

"Well look who it is…Mr Road Rage. You sure you're old enough to be in a real bar?"

"Excuse me," Dean frowned. Who the hell was this punk?

Eva slid off her stool at the end of the bar and walked into the light. Dean laughed.

"Oh look who it is Sam. Miss Crazy Egg-hurling Bitch," said Dean as he nudged Sam. Sam's head perked up.

"Hey," he smiled as he went back to his research.

"Ooh, harsh," she smirked as she mounted the seat next to Dean. She was wearing black heels a mini skirt and a black skin tight top. Dean had to admit she looked pretty hot.

"You wanna beer?" he asked being polite. She waggled the one she already had at him, so he only ordered two. He handed Sam a beer, and realised something… he didn't know her name.

"Sorry what did you say your name was again?" he inquired, sure that she'd fall for it.

"I didn't," she said as she promptly downed the rest of her beer and slid off the stool.

She meandered her way through the tables to the juke box. She couldn't find her normal music so settled for Christina Aguilera- Aint no other man. She cringed slightly but knew it would be good to dance to and get the job done. She then went to one of the corners and asked a guy if he wanted to dance. He slowly stood up and shewatched as the dim light hit his features, she knew he was the right one.

Dean couldn't believe it, he'd been blown off by the crazy egg girl for the weird guy in the corner, who was actually wearing a shirt and tie…a tie for Christ's sake… in a bar, unbelievable. He watched as she gripped his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. That's when he noticed it. God why hadn't he seen it before… the guy wasn't breathing. Shit!

"Sammy!" whispered Dean.

"Dean!" whispered Sam in the same mock harsh whisper. He clearly didn't seem to notice.

"See that guy there," said Dean pointing with his beer bottle.

"What one?" What was he on about now Sam thought.

"That one… dancing with the girl from today"

"Yeh what about him?"

"He's dead." Dean answered matter-of-factly.

Sam leaned in closer and ventured, "Vampire?"

"Definitely" was his answer. Both men watched as the woman from earlier that day dipped and swayed with the music. Sam took a quick glance at Dean's face, it was a mixture of jealousy and lust. Dean continued to watch as she yanked on the man's tie bringing his head closer to her bare neck. If only she knew what he really was.

She ground her arse into his groin and made circular motions with her hips, then she flipped her hair round to one side to reveal her bare neck. He was definitely hooked. She whirled around to face him and whispered in his ear, "Shall we get outta here?" He nodded quickly and she guided him out of the bar.

"Shit, they're leaving!" exclaimed Dean grabbing his stuff. Sam slammed the laptop shut and gathered his things. They hurried out into the darkness, a slight chill in the air.

"Where'd they go?" questioned Dean.

"How am I supposed to know," said Sam shrugging.

They checked the car park and the neighbouring roads, but nothing. "Shit!" shouted Dean, "That's it then, she's already dead!" He usually saved everyone… everyone, but now she was gone.