Hi, everyone : D chapter nine 9 is up, just one more to go. I want to thank LittleWing for betaing this chapter and for sticking around all this time, I really like how the story has turn out with her help. I hope you like it too. I'll try to have the last chapter ready soon but I can't promise anything because school has been really crazy lately.

A couple quick comments: I started this story long before Dead Man's Blood aired, so my vampires are different from the ones on the show. I also imply they've killed vampires before, so just ignore those little details.

Ok, on to the story.

Dean looked up subconsciously from his plate to the door after hearing the little bell hanging on top of it chime. A young couple entered the diner they were in and Dean looked back down. Sam was sitting on the other side of the booth, in front of him, chasing a pea around the plate with his fork - his back to the door.

Dean usually tried to take a seat where he could watch the door. But not in diners full of harmless people. He did so in bars - you never know when friends of the marks you hustle on a given night are going to show up with questionable intentions – and in police stations, just in case some cop remembered the case of a guy called Dean Winchester who had been killed after being the suspect for a couple murders.

Usually he took the spots overlooking the door without noticing, more out of habit than anything, but this time he had made a conscious decision to sit facing the entrance. He had a vampire that could walk around during the day to worry about. He doubted she would come for them so soon though. Not in a diner that was full of people. That was actually the reason he had decided to check into this particular motel. Though it was twice as expensive as the ones the brothers normally stayed in, the large parking lot full of cars indicated the place was filled with guests. He was slightly ashamed to be using the crowd for protection, he was supposed to keep the unsuspecting civilians from evil - not the other way around - but he was sure he wasn't endangering them by being there.

One thing Dean liked about vampires over other creatures was the fact that he could get in their heads and predict their moves, after all they had once been human. But that was what he hated about them too. They had been human, they were smarter than average monsters. Wendigos, werewolves and zombies killed to feed or because they were being controlled by someone to do so. But they were reckless, they didn't plan their attacks, they acted on impulse, on instinct. Vampires were different. They were closer to human. There were stupid vampires - his favorite kind - and then there were much smarter ones. He knew it took a very intelligent vampire to survive unnoticed in society for five hundred years. Five hundred years of experiences, of mistakes to learn from, of knowledge. This hunt would be a tricky one.

"Dean!" Dean was snapped out of his contemplations by his brother's voice.

"What?" Dean asked, realizing Sam had been saying something and he'd been paying no attention.

"I said you haven't touched your food. What are you thinking about?" Sam asked. Dean eyed him for a moment, like he was considering whether his brother was joking or not.

"Are you serious?" Dean scoffed. "What do you think I'm thinking about?" His tone a little harsher than he intended. He wasn't really angry at his brother, but he was frustrated. He had no idea how they were going to kill this bitch.

Of course he knew 'how' they'd try to kill her. She's a vampire, there really wasn't much research to do, stake to the heart and problem solved. But she wasn't like any vampire they had fought before. Most vampires they'd come across were a couple years old, living in old abandoned warehouses, not mansions with security cameras, guards and dogs. That was the most frustrating part, they knew exactly what they were fighting and where to find it, but they couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Much as he hated to admit, she was the one in control of the situation. They there sitting ducks in a pond of innocent people waiting for her to make the next move.

"Dean," Sam said snapping his fingers in front of his brother's face, as he stared off into emptiness. "You in there?"

"What?" Dean snapped - tearing his mind from his musings.

Sam stared at him for a long moment. He finally sighed and shook his head lightly, while he understood the seriousness of the situation, he wished Dean didn't think he was the one responsible of getting them through it.

"Come on," Sam said gesturing with his fork to Dean's plate, "eat something and we'll figure something out then."

"Yeah, you're right." Dean said, sighing. He was actually very hungry. "How 're we getting back into that house?"

Sam huffed with resignation at his brother's incapacity to stop thinking of the hunt. "Hey I got us in last time. Your turn to think of something."

"Technically I got us in last time. You got kicked out of the party, remember?" Dean said, smirking at the memory.

"Yeah but it was my idea to go there in the first place," Sam countered – finality in his tone - setting his empty plate aside and picking up the newspaper.

Dean ate in silence while his brother read the paper.

"Hey, you won't believe who died last night." Sam said suddenly, a hint of surprise in his voice. Dean raised his eyebrows - his mouth closed as he chewed – urging his brother to continue. "Local tycoon Victor Weidman dies in car accident."

"You're kidding!." Dean forcefully swallowed, almost choking on the remnants of a fry. "No way that was an accident."

"Last night, while driving to New York for a business meeting, Mr. Victor Weidman's limousine was involved in a tragic accident on interstate 76, when the driver lost control of the vehicle and crashed into a full fuel tanker." Sam stopped to look at his brother. Dean listened to the story wide eyed.

"Damn!" Dean said eloquently. "Must've been one hell of a blast. Were there any other cars around?" Sam read a little more and then shook his head.

"What do you think really happened?" Sam asked.

"Well, I'm sure the story is true, but I really doubt the driver 'lost control of the vehicle'," Dean said making quote marks in the air with his fingers. "More like drove straight into the fuel truck."

"You think she had the driver kill himself to kill Weidman?" Sam asked surprised. "Man, if that's not loyalty I don't know what is."

"He didn't do it willingly," Dean said - a pensive look on his face. "When she called me, it was like I couldn't think for myself. It was weird, my mind felt numb, like in a dream where you can see and hear everything but you have no control. My body just moved by itself, but I remember all of it." Sam stared at his brother, trying to imagine what that must have felt like. "And then College Boy appeared with his ridiculous, tiny, little holy water bottle of doom," Dean joked suddenly, kicking Sam under the table.

"Oww, son of a ..." Sam stopped mid sentence as a young couple with a little kid seating nearby gave him a warning glare. "I explained that already," Sam hissed lowering his voice, clutching his knee with both hands. "I couldn't just run looking for you carrying a shotgun."

"Yeah, whatever." Dean feigned anger. "Anyway, back to the paper, I think we may have found something. You think she kills all her husbands to get their money?"

"Could be. We'll have to look for wealthy deceased men in the cities the last disappearances took place in," Sam said, and both brothers suddenly fell silent. They had almost forgotten about the missing people. Now they knew none of them were alive. They had all been killed the same day they disappeared - they'd been just a snack. Dean shuddered at the memory of her fangs so close to his neck.

"We'll have to think of how to deal with the mind control thing too," Sam tried to change the subject. "We can't kill her if she can make us blow our heads off with just a thought." Dean nodded.

"She's fucking fast too. I didn't even get a chance to run, I had just thought about it and suddenly she was in my face." Dean stopped when he noticed the same couple with the little kid giving him and his brother a dirty look.

"We're writing a novel about vampires," Dean explained flashing a quick smile at the small family.

"Cool!" The little boy exclaimed . "I love vampires!"

"Yeah... me too." Dean smiled at the boy and looked at his parents - they smiled back at him politely.

"How are you going to kill it? You know, in the story?" The boy asked just as everyone was returning to their own conversations.

"Well, we don't know yet." Dean answered the boy, amused by his innocence.

"Just don't do it with a stake. That's boring." The boy said, and Dean couldn't suppress a chuckle. He doubted they'd even get a chance to come close to Lucrezia with a stake. She was too fast and strong. Maybe a crossbow, Dean mused.

The waitress came to take Sam and Dean's empty plates. Declining her offer for dessert the brothers ordered the check. Balancing the plates on one hand in a display of dexterity, she placed the bill on the table – a little smile on her face - and left. Dean picked up the small paper sheet, placed it back down after reading it and tossed a twenty over it. The brothers said brief goodbyes to the family – still not done with their meals – and went back to their room, across the parking lot.

"Well," Sam said, leaning back into the mattress from his sitting position in front of the computer, "you were right, there is a pattern. In the last city there were 23 disappearances, and a man named Richard Norton died after falling down the stairs of his house. In the city before that another rich guy died when one of the servants went nuts and shot him. This goes way back." Sam said, looking up to gage his brother's reaction.

"An no one finds that even a little weird?" Dean asked surprised. "How can she kill all those guys and not have the FBI all over her?"

Sam smirked at the question; he had to admit this woman was good. "Because she died too," he said.

Dean stared at his brother trying to figure out what he meant. "What?" He asked when he failed to do so.

"She dies too," Sam continued. "Every time she marries a rich guy, the guy dies and she is found dead in their house a couple days later. Suicide. It's perfect man, think about it. She's a vampire, she doesn't breathe, her heart doesn't beat. She marries a wealthy man, kills him, gets all his money, she fakes her own suicide, acts dead for a couple of hours while she's taken to the morgue and then she sneaks out, cashes in her winnings and disappears. Who's gonna go looking for a corpse?" Sam finished his explanation while Dean considered the idea.

"Crap! This bitch is smarter than I gave her credit for," Dean said absentmindedly. "So this means we have just a couple of days to stop her before she fakes her own death and pulls a Houdini on us."

"You know, I don't think she's leaving town just yet. We cut her stay in this city short. She usually takes about 20 - 25 people over the course of a couple of months and then she does this husband murdering, suicide faking thing." Dean opened his mouth to say something but stopped when Sam rambled on. "She was pretty pissed when she didn't get to take you, and she has to be pissed that we know who she is, even if she doesn't think we can stop her. We made it risky for her to keep killing people in this city. My guess is she will come back for us before leaving, if just for the pleasure of killing us," Sam finished, satisfied at his amazing deductive abilities. Dean stared at him for a second.

"Now, that's a comforting thought," he said sarcastically, but then a realization hit him. "Wait, that's it!" Dean said excited. "She'll be taken to the city morgue when she fakes her death. That will be our chance to get the bitch." Dean smiled devilishly - already tasting victory. Sam wasn't so sure they should be underestimating this woman.

Two hours later they were taking care of the final details of their plan. Sam had to admit it was a good plan; one of the more carefully thought out ones they'd ever done. They usually just barged into wherever the bad guy of the week was after finding out what it was and how to kill it. They didn't make meticulous plans unless the bad guy - or girl in this case - was very dangerous. Sam couldn't help but feel as though there was something they were leaving out.

"Ok," Sam started, "we've covered almost everything." Dean raised his eyebrows at that. "Except the Jedi mind trick thing."

"Yeah, I guess the plan isn't much use if she makes us jump off a cliff, huh?" Dean said with an unamused laugh. "Any ideas on how we're going to deal with that?"

Sam smirked. "Oh, I already thought of something," Dean smiled lightly, mimicking his brother's expression. "But you're not going to like it," Sam's smile broadened and Dean's disappeared.

Dean stopped flipping the channels on the motel's little TV when Sam leaned back from his hunched position over the laptop and stretched.

"Ok, I think I've got this thing down," Sam announced.

"Man, are you sure about this?" Dean asked, looking a little nervous.

"Aw, come on. Don't tell me you're scared," Sam teased, "it's perfectly safe, man. Would you rather jump off that cliff?"

"No," Dean said, sounding a little too much like a little kid for his own comfort. He cleared his throat. "I just want to make sure you don't fry my brain and I end up thinking I'm a 12 year old girl."

"Aww, I wouldn't do that," Sam replied innocently. "Maybe 16, you know, so you could at least enjoy it... get a boyfriend..." Sam laughed.

"Forget it," Dean said getting up and heading for the door.

"Ok, Ok. I'm sorry, I'll stop joking about it," Sam said suppressing a laugh. When he was sure he could speak with a serious face he continued. "Come on, Dean, this has to be done if we're going to kill that bitch."

Dean released his hold on the doorknob with a sigh. "This better fucking work," he muttered in a low voice, turning to face Sam and walking to sit back on his own bed. "You know?" Dean said suddenly, a pensive look on his face. "Why should I be the only one to do this? It'd only be fair that you do it to." Sam wasn't expecting that.

"What?" Dean grinned when his brother's jaw almost hit the floor. "Why me? It's you she wants!"

"Both of us or none of us," Dean said with determination, "what's it gonna be?"

"Fine," Sam spat annoyed. "Let's get this over with."

Dean seemed satisfied with that and eased himself down so he was now laying on his back. Sam read quickly from his laptop again and then turned to face his brother.

"Ok, close your eyes and try to relax." Sam said, making his best attempt at a soothing voice like the computer indicated.

"You try to relax with someone messing with you head," Dean answered crankily - his eyes closed.

"Dean!" Sam snapped.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm relaxing," Dean said - his lips quirking upwards almost imperceptibly.

Sam let out an exasperated sigh and started again.

Hi, everyone. I just wanted to let anyone who's been following this story know that the last chapter is gonna take a while cause I'm on vacation and forgot what I had so far in my computer (sorry :P). I liked the way things were going so I don't really want to try to rewrite it. The last chapter should be up by the middle of August, I'll try to make it worth the waiting. In the meantime I may write some knew stuff, so stay tunned. Thanks for you patience, see you all around ;D