A/N: The hunt has begun, and they will find out what is killing the people of the town. Can they stop the monsters? Both are curious on how it will go in each other's bodies. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I do like reviews/comments. NC
Chapter 8
Dean opened the door to their room and gave it a quick once over before stepping on in and allowing Sam to follow. They carried pizza boxes, beer, files, and their duffels into the room.
"Let's eat first while it's still hot," Dean suggested dropping his duffel on the bed and heading for the small table in front of the window.
"Okay," Sam agreed dropping the files and his duffel on his bed before joining Dean at the table. He used a napkin as a plate and opened the pizza box that was a veggie one. He looked over at Dean that was taking a huge bite of a meat lover's pizza and hoped his body wasn't too poisoned by what he ate. "Want a slice of this one?" Sam offered.
"You do know who you're talking to, right? Even if I'm in your body, my good tastes have not changed," Dean responded giving him a perplexed look.
"It'll take weeks to purge my body…" Sam grunted shaking his head in disgust when Dean continued to devour his pizza.
When they were done, Sam cleared away the trash and took the trash bag to the dumpster to keep the room from smelling. Dean had the files spread out of the table when he came back inside and was looking at the reports.
"You want to check the autopsy reports?" he asked Sam pushing those files his way.
"Yeah, I'll download the photos I took onto my laptop to get a better look at them," Sam replied opening his laptop and looking in his computer bag for a cord. He connected them and pulled the program up to start the download. When they were done, Sam began to flip slowly through them, one at a time, enlarging certain ones to get a closer look at the injuries.
"What's wrong with this picture?" Dean asked holding up one showing a body on the ground.
Sam looked up and took the picture from Dean to examine it. He frowned trying to see what Dean saw or wanted him to see. After a minute, it finally struck him what Dean was talking about.
"Where's all the blood?"
"Yahtzee," Dean agreed. "There should be a pool of blood where he bled out."
"Hold on, let me look at his autopsy report," Sam mumbled as he thumbed through the pages. He quickly scanned it before speaking. "It says here that there was hardly any blood in the body when it was brought in."
"You know what that sounds like, right?" Dean questioned.
"Vampire," Sam answered. "But why all the mutilation? Vampires usually drain the body but don't rip in apart."
"What if they're just newly turned? You know how ravenous and crazy they can be because of the hunger and need to feed."
"If whoever turned them, left them on their own, they won't know what's happening to them."
"Why would a vampire be turning people if they're not adding numbers to their nest?"
Dean looked toward his jacket when his cell started ringing and got up to get it. He pulled it out to answer.
"Hello," Dean said.
"Dean, I may know what you're looking for," Bobby greeted him.
"A vampire," Dean replied.
"So, you figured it out, at least part of it," Bobby told him. "I got a call from a couple of hunters a couple states down from you who said they took out a vampire who kept bragging about turning people and leaving them to wreak havoc in the town."
"Yeah, from the shapes of the bodies, these newly turned vampires can't control their thirst for blood and rip the bodies apart."
"What are you boys going to do?"
"Guess we're going on a vampire hunt tonight," Dean huffed. "We need to find how many are out there and take them out."
"You need me to send help?"
"No, we've got this now that we know what to look for."
"Okay. They're trying to backtrack where the vampire came from so we can check the towns out for any of his victims. We'll need to remove the threats."
"Okay Bobby. We'll handle this town."
"Be careful Dean. Remember you both have a lot to lose if something happens to either of you."
"I know Bobby. We will. See you hopefully in a couple of days."
"Alright, bye."
"What did Bobby say?" Sam questioned.
"A couple of hunters caught the vampire turning people. He was doing it for the hell of it. His revenge for hunters killing his nest."
"Damn!"
"Guess we need to pinpoint a location and go hunting tonight," Dean surmised.
"I'll get the map and mark where the victims disappeared from and where the bodies were found. Hopefully, that should give us a start."
"Good, I just wish we knew how many he turned in this town."
"Best guess?"
"Maybe three, four at the most since it's a small town, but who knows. We should be able to get a nap before it gets dark enough for the turned to come out to hunt. And we need to visit a funeral home, so check those out too."
"It won't take long to mark the map," Sam told him as he looked at the police reports and noted the sites of disappearances. He found the locations on the map and marked them with a red pen. "You're wanting dead man's blood to fill syringes to use against them?"
"Yeah, and I haven't used the crossbow in a while, wouldn't hurt to practice with it. When we find the new vamps, we won't have to get so close to disable them long enough to kill them."
"Not a bad idea. I can be bait to lure them out," Sam offered. "What if we take a little blood and I smear it on my shirt, like I was injured?"
"Because I don't want my shirt ruined with blood and besides that, why are you bait?"
"Because you are a better shot with the crossbow, and I'll have a syringe with dead man's blood to defend myself if they get close, besides a machete."
"Well, okay, but you're using a bandanna for the blood, not my shirt."
"Fine, that should work too," Sam sighed, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.
"We know they won't be out during the day since they'll be too sensitive to the light, so it doesn't get dark until after eight, we'll head out around that time. I think they'll hunt later in the night when people start leaving bars and restaurants. People tend to take short cuts through allies and dark parking lots."
"And from the looks of the map, all the attacks are centered on the other side of town. There's some abandoned buildings and warehouses there and it looks…" Sam started pulling up a map on his laptop before continuing. "I was right, I think they're targeting people out partying. It's only four blocks from where there's several bars and nightclubs and there are several parking lots about a block from that area."
"Pretty smart, grabbing people already soused so there's not that much of a fight. Alright, I think we have a plan, let's catch a few hours of sleep and we'll get ready to party."
"How can we be sure if we got them all?" Sam asked looking over at Dean who plopped down on his bed and got comfortable. "Might need to hang around an extra day and double check the abandoned buildings and then head out."
"I'm thinking they'll probably migrate toward each other, but we'll see," Dean noted. "We can question one of the ones we catch and see if they'll talk." He sighed loudly and turned on his side ending their conversation for now. He wanted to get some rest since he figured it was going to be a long night ahead of them.
Sam breathed deeply and shut down his laptop. He gathered the files and stored everything in his computer bag, except for the map. He wanted to have that handy to use. He had marked several funeral homes around town and checked them out trying to find the best one to hit for the dead man's blood.
After toeing off his boots, Sam pulled his pillow out and punched it a couple of times before laying down. He was going to draw a syringe of blood when he got up to use for the hunt. He knew the newly turned would zero in on the smell of fresh blood and try to attack him. He tried to calm his mind and started to meditate so he could rest.
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After putting a bandage over the needle prick, Sam capped the syringe and slipped it into his pocket. He looked up when Dean let himself back into the room. He had gotten up before Sam and decided to visit a funeral home and snag some blood to get that part out of the way.
"Did you get it?" Sam asked.
"Did you doubt me?" Dean asked offended he would even ask such a question, holding up a paper bag. "Now all I need to do is dip our weapons in it and let them dry. I figure we've got another hour before we need to head out, find a place for the car, and start hunting."
"I think I've narrowed down where we can start."
"Good, hopefully the newly turned will be hungry tonight. I want to get back to Bobby's. Missouri should be there, and I want to see if she can help us."
"Maybe luck will be on our side this time and we can wrap this up tonight."
"Don't jinx us!" Dean cried out in shock. "You never say that!" he scoffed.
"Okay, sorry," Sam apologized holding his hands up in surrender.
"I'll do the weapons," Dean grunted getting up to get the weapons bag. He pulled out knives and laid the by the arrows for the crossbow. He pulled the jar from the bag and opened it, wrinkling his nose with the smell as he held the jar away from him. Very carefully, Dean dipped each arrow tip, coating them well and laid the aside to dry. The knives were done the same way. He pulled syringes out and began to fill each with the blood and laid them by the arrows. With that done, he trashed the jar and headed for the bathroom to wash his hands.
When Dean came back from the bathroom, he sat down with Sam to go over the map and get a clear picture in his mind of where they were searching. Sam went into the bathroom to get ready so they could have time to find a suitable location for the Impala. Dean still grumbled under his breath about Sam being bait, but knew he was right, he was a better shot. He planned on staying in the deep shadows and keep Sam in sight, not wanting him to be overpowered if more than one attacked.
Once the knives and arrows were dry, they pocketed the syringes of blood and stowed their knives in various pockets. Dean slipped the arrows into a short holder he could slip onto his belt and picked up the crossbow he had checked, adjusting where needed, before turning to Sam to see if he was ready. With a brief nod, Dean led the way from the motel room and out to the Impala. Dean cranked his Baby and pulled from the parking lot, heading toward the area that Sam had marked on the map. There were several parking lots nearby for the bars and restaurant traffic that should work for them.
Dean chose a lot that was closest to the alleys and streets people would use as short cuts to get to the parking lots or other businesses. They got out and looked around to be sure no one was around as Dean got out his crossbow and strapped on his machete. Sam pulled out his bandanna and smeared it with his blood to hopefully lure any newly turned to him. He wrapped it around his hand and let Dean fit and secure his machete on his back under his jacket so it couldn't be seen. He practiced pulling it out a couple of times before they walked toward the dark, shadowy end of the lot where an alley ran between several buildings.
