Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy. I just got back from a mini-vacation, but I finally made another chapter. Enjoy!

Vanesse and Holly stood at the steps of Marilyn's house, arguing, instead of following the two

"Dean, it's late, we should probably check in to the hotel." Sam stood near his brother. Dean sat there as he stared at Sam pitifully. "Dean, seriously!"

"Seriously, you have some phobia of beautiful women." He retorted. Sam rolled his eyes, sometimes he had a deep hate for Dean's voice. "Come on, you know you're into Holly."

"I am not!" Sam snapped.

"Sammy, I am the date master. I know when someone's into someone." He smiled as his self-pride took over.

"You think you know everything, don't you?" Sam and Holly cracked.

Dean's smile spread as it grew a smart-aleck attitude, "I told you so!"

Vanesse responded with a very know-it-all attitude as well, "Hell yes, I do!" Perhaps the four had more in common than they had realized.

After moments of awkward silence the group got back on the road. Soon, landing at the club they had first met at, but it looked quite different. Police cars lay placed around in various amount, lined 'CAUTION' tape spread about the building.

"Oh, wow…" Vanesse hurriedly opened her car door. "Wonder what that's all about…"

Immediately the brothers stood, leaving Holly in the car, and searched for the nearest policeman. "So, uh… Paul," Dean said reading the policeman's nametag, "What happened here?"

The officer looked at Dean suspiciously, "Someone was killed."

"Could you give us more details?" Dean put his hand on his chin trying to look 'sophisticated'.

"The victim was found with a bite mark on its neck, we're assuming a dog, or something, attacked." He remained suspicious.

"Hmm…. Yes, could we see the body?"

"Who the hell are you?" The name-tagged man put a hand on his hip in a rather girly way.

"Private Investigators. I'm Harley Davidson, and this is Mr. Dan Davidson." Dean smiled as he used fake names.

"And this is…?" He indicated Vanesse.

"My girlfriend." Dean slid his arm around Vanesse's waist. She gave him an unsure glance, to which Dean winked at, letting her know to play along.

"Right…" 'Paul' led the three to the heavily caution-taped area, where a body lay. Two holes were found in the neck, resembling bite marks.

"How long has he been dead?" Sam asked.

"About fifteen minutes."

"Thanks… Harley, I need to talk to you." Sam walked to his brother, who was now smiling in self-pride.

"What's up?" He replied, arm still around the girl.

"The body has only been dead about fifteen minutes, he should be a full, bloodless vampire in few hours. Once he's transformed he'll probably go to the carnival ground, where all the other's are."

Dean took a deep breath in, "Okay, then first thing's first. We've gotta find the carnival. Then hunt the bitches down."

Vanesse's heart ran exceedingly, "Are you going to have to kill my brother?"

"I dunno… But, we'll try everything we can not to."

"Okay! First off, why are we standing here hovering over a dead body, which was attacked by a dog. Secondly, Vanesse I want to leave." Holly appeared behind them.

"Alright, let's get the car." Vanesse looked at her waist, which was caressed by Dean's arm. "You can let go now… Harley."

"Damn, I was trying to set a record." He pulled his arm back to his own side.

"…Riight… Didn't your parents teach you to keep your hands to yourself?"

"Not really…"

Vanesse smiled, she reached in her black-sequin purse and pulled out a pen, "Incase you need us for some investigational work, you'll need a way to contact us." She took his hand and wrote down ten numbers.

"Ew, you're disgusting. Let's go!" Holly flared her nostrils, though she was in her twenties, she was still a child at heart.

"Okay, okay!" Vanesse was quickly dragged away by her anxious roommate.