A soft, feminine hand knocked on the door of Marilyn Hante. "Who is it?" An overly paranoid voice yelled.

"Marilyn, it's Nessy. I brought some friends with me." Vanesse waited for a reply.

The door cracked as a blue eye appeared through the crack, "Okay…" She spoke as she opened the door fully.

Marilyn looked as though she had completely lost all sanity; her face wide with paranoia and depression, her hair, arranged messily in a bun on the back of her head, half-highlighted for loss of color-treatment, dark lines running down her face from where her make-up had run and her clothes dirty, loose and comfortable as if she had been sleeping all day.

As the four walked into Marilyn's house they found it was oddly clean, and organized.

"Mary, this is Sam, and Dean. They're investigating Nathan's disappearance, and were hoping you could answer some questions." Holly said gently, almost as if speaking to a little child.

"I can't," Marilyn broke into tears and collapsed on her couch.

"Just try, okay?" Holly smiled at her for comfort. Marilyn nodded her head slowly as she sobbed.

"Could you tell us what happened when he went missing?" Sam kneeled down to her level.

Marilyn looked him in the eyes, "You won't believe me."

"We'll be open minded." Dean joined in the conversation.

"He was always, crazy… Yet, strangely romantic. He told me one night that he wanted to take me somewhere, so I agreed." Marilyn took a deep tearful breath.

"Mary, they're going to help. You've just got to tell them what you know." Vanesse sat next to her.

"He blindfolded me, and when they were removed, we were at a run-down carnival. It was… Amazing. The full moon lit everything perfectly, I remember… I was totally happy.

He said he had yet one more surprise for the evening, so on with the blindfolds. He sat me down in the fun house and told me to wait… I agreed. And then…" She burst into sobs. "And then, I heard him scream. He had never screamed before. So, I went outside and there was something. It looked well human, but… It was, pale… Very, pale. Just, so very pale… And it…" She paused for tears were rapidly being created.

"Go on," Holly told her.

"It bit him… I know that I sound crazy, but it did. It bit him… And then it dragged him off. And then the night fluttered away, and I searched for him for hours. So, after I discovered them to be nowhere to be found, I ran back to the city. And convinced myself I was insane… But, I saw it. I saw it." Marilyn wiped her face of the ocean it had become.

"Vampire?" Sam looked at his brother.

Dean nodded, "Vampire."

Holly seemed rather taken aback, she gave a small aspirated laugh. "Vampires? You two are crazy." She spoke unevenly, almost nervously...

"Think about it, Holly. Night, they were there, but when the sun rose they weren't… And they bit Nathan… I mean, how many things run around randomly biting people?" Vanesse said with a playful smile.

"Well, maybe it was an oversized dog!" Holly defended herself.

"Hell of a freaky dog that would be…" Vanesse replied.

"Better than saying it's a 'vampire'!" She quotationed.

Vanesse fell into 'argument' mode, "Well, they OBVIOUSLY exist if one freaking bit my brother!"

As the two argued, Dean and Sam remained questioning Marilyn.

"So, do you know where this carnival is?" Dean asked the still sobbing woman.

Sam whacked Dean on the chest, "Dude, she was blindfolded."

Dean searched for words, trying to make his question sound intelligent, "Well…-"

"I don't know where it is." Marilyn replied as she sucked back tears. Sam gave his brother an 'I told you so' look. By this time, Vanesse and Holly had already finished their argument. They were rather 'sisterly' towards each other.

"Alright, thanks for your time." Sam said, as the four said their goodbyes to the soaking woman.

"Now to find an old carnival…" Dean cracked his neck as he walked towards the car yet once again.