Summary: Dean and Sam travel to Little Rock, Arkansas, after they're convinced that a series of deaths are the work of a vampire.

A/N I'm not sure if I'm going to continue writing this. I'm going to need some reviews before I reach my decision. I'm not overly confident of my writing when it comes to Fan Fictions. So, I'd like your opinion before I continue. I'm working on another chapter that I can put up if it's popular demand.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean, or any other character from Supernatural. I don't own Supernatural itself, either. I do not wish any copyright infringement. I do, however, own Amy and any other character not originally from the show. You can't have her, or use her without permission. If the people and writers of Supernatural want her, however, that can be discussed. :)

"What are these coordinates?" Dean Winchester asked his brother, steering his car gently to the side of the road.

"Uh…" his brother, Sam, started. "It's Little Rock, Arkansas." Sam handed the cell phone back to Dean. Dean hit a couple buttons then stuffed it back into his pocket.
"I guess where going to Little Rock, then"

The highway sign read "Little Rock – 5 miles", but the road seemed to stretch forever. The two men slowly approached a motel; its sign was flickering in the dark. Dean turned the car into the driveway and pulled up out front of the office. They'd book a room for a few days until they could find out why they were meant to be in the town. Their father had intended for them to show up there for a reason, and they'd had to figure it out eventually.

Dean and Sam climbed out of the car, and walked towards the office. The motel seemed desolate. The bells above the door rang as they stepped inside. A man stood behind the desk in front of them, reading a newspaper. The radio echoed in the background. The lights were dim and flickering. The brothers exchanged a glace. This place was a dive.

"Excuse me" Dean said, leaning against the desk. "We need a room". The man looked up at the brothers, but turned his gaze back to the paper. Instead his hand moved cautiously over to a display of keys on the wall. He took one off the hook, and handed it to Dean.

"Room 17" he said, eyes never leaving the paper.

"Uh. Thank You" Sam said.

"Is there anywhere we can get a newspaper?" Dean asked. The man lifted his eyes once more. He folded the newspaper against the counter and handed it to Dean. Dean nodded his thanks and turned to face Sam, pointing towards the exit.

Once to their room, the brothers sat on their respective beds. The room was cramped and consisted mainly of floral patterns. The motel's sign flickered wildly outside the window, and sprayed a bright red over the shapes in the room. The sheets felt grimy. The television was tiny and perched in a corner over looking the bed on the left. Sam looked around at the hole-in-the-wall that they were to call home for the next few days. It smelled like disinfectant and smoke.

Dean flipped through the newspaper. Something had to be listed there. Their father had told them to come to Arkansas for a reason. And there it was, on the second page. "Two Teens Die Mysteriously".

"Ah-hah!" Dean shouted, tapping the newspaper. "Apparently this isn't the first set of deaths." Sam looked at the page and briefly read the first paragraph.

"Both were found with puncture wounds on their necks?" he asked his brother for verification. Dean nodded. Sam looked at his hands for a moment, then back up at his brother.

"Vampires?"