"Are you sure we should be following her?"
Dean shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. "Probably not."
As soon as they'd finished up with the Sheriff, they had took off in the same direction as Lenore had drove.
"Then why are we chasing her? She threatened to shoot us the next time she saw us Dean, and I don't think she was joking." Sam reminded him, frowning. It's not like he didn't want to help her but he'd been shot enough times to know that he didn't want it to happen again.
"Do you know how many women have threatened to shoot me?"
"I'm guessing quite a lot."
Dean grinned. "A lot."
Sam shook his head. "She's gonna kill you, you know. This is a bad idea."
Dean glanced at his brother's frowning face and sighed. It was a shitty move, following her like this when she specifically told them not too, but he had a bad feeling in his gut that told him she needed their help whether she liked it or not. There was no way she could handle the rest of that nest alone. Plus there was something about her, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was definitely his type; attractive, vibrant blue eyes and soft black hair that he was itching to run his fingers through. And the way she took down those vamps...let's just say he hadn't felt a spark like that with anyone since Cassie. "Look, you saw how big that nest was. There's no way she can kill the rest of the nest by herself." He focused back onto the road, "anyway, we aren't really following her. We just happen to be driving in the same direction."
Sam snorted and shook his head. He could tell Dean liked this girl but her knew his brother was treading on thin ice with this new hunter already. "Yeah, 'cos she'll believe that."
"Let's just find her first then we can talk logistics."
Sam looked out of his window. He did agree with Dean on something; he had a bad feeling about this.
It was already dark by the time they pulled into the parking lot outside the only motel in town, and parked up.
Dean quickly climbed out of the Impala and made his way to the reception desk, leaving Sam to grab their bags, exhaustion quickly creeping up on him from the long drive.
The guy behind the counter barely looked up at him when he entered the room. "How many?"
Dean pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and slid a credit card across the counter. "One room, two queens."
The guy nodded as he took the card, swiped it through the machine before handing it back to Dean, along with two keys. "Room 26. Enjoy your stay."
Dean took the keys and turned to walk out before stopping and looking back at the clerk. "Hey, you didn't happen to check in a woman, blue eyes, long black hair, yay big?" he indicated with his hand, "bit snippy and a bad attitude?"
The clerk nodded. "Yesterday. Room 20. Haven't seen her since she checked in."
"Thanks." Dean left the reception and walked over to Sam who was waiting by the Impala. "Guess who is staying in this exact motel."
Sam's brows shot up and he shook his head in surprise. "You're kidding."
Dean grinned as he bent down to grab his bag. "Room 20. Checked in yesterday."
Sam glanced around the parking lot before picking up his own bag. "Well, it doesn't look like she's here now," he said shrugging his shoulders. "We are the only car in the lot."
They began to walk towards their room when Dean suddenly froze and put his arm out to stop Sam.
"Hey, wh..."
He shook his head and nodded towards a half open door, light spilling out into the dark walkway.
Sam glanced at the door. "That's Lenore's room," he whispered.
They walked closer to the door, stopping at the edge of the window. Dean peered through the glass for a second before lowering his bag to the floor and looking up at Sam. "I can't see her in there," he murmured as he reached into the back of his pants, pulling out his gun and pressing himself against the wall.
Sam nodded and followed suit, pulling out his own gun and moving quietly to the opposite side, his free hand ready to push open the door.
They stood silently for a second, listening for any kind of sound coming from inside the room before Sam slowly pushed the door wide open. Dean moved inside first, his eyes scanning the messy room before walking over to the bathroom and checking inside. "It's clear," he said, tucking his gun back into his jeans.
Sam put away his own gun and walked over to the bed which was covered in paper and news articles.
Dean stepped over a pile of clothes on the floor before picking up a broken picture frame. It was a picture of Lenore and a little girl, both with big smiles on their faces. "Hey, look at this."
Sam looked up at the photo. "She looks so happy. I'm guessing that's her daughter"
Dean frowned and looked back down at the picture, only now noticing the resemblance. "Her daughter?"
Sam nodded and sifted through the papers on the bed until he found what he was looking for, picking up an old looking newspaper and handing it to Dean. "Yeah. They say every hunter gets started in this life with a reason. Lenore was left for dead and her daughter was killed."
Dean's eyes skimmed over the article. "Woman left for dead, daughter still missing." he sighed, "the vamps she's chasing."
Sam sat down on the bed and picked up more paper, looking through them closely. "She was found barely alive in the middle of some highway, her car smashed up and her daughter missing. They searched the surrounding areas for a month but found nothing. Not even a body." He flicked through some of the more official looking papers. "Looks like she was sent to an asylum not long after she was released from hospital."
Dean looked at the picture again, touching Lenore's face. She looked so different to how they had met her. She looked happy. They both looked happy. "Let me guess, she started telling people it was vampires that killed her daughter?"
"Yep. She was locked up for a year before they let her go. Wow," Sam picked up a beige folder and opened it, shuffling through the papers inside.
Dean placed the picture down onto the chest of drawers. "What?"
Sam spread out a large map over the bed. "She figured out the vamps pattern pretty quickly. Look,"
Dean walked over and looked down at the map, noticing all the red and blue crosses.
"Once she got out of the asylum, she effectively disappeared," Sam said, flicking through more papers, "that must have been when she started hunting." He pointed at the map, "The blue crosses indicate a random nest she wiped out. The red crosses are for the nest she's hunting. She figured out their pattern by searching for deaths similar to what happened to herself, and by the look of it, it didn't take her long to find them."
Dean's brows shot up and he let out a low whistle. She's been a busy woman. "And this is over how long?"
"At least four years. She started hunting two years after she was left for dead. So it's been six years in total."
"She's been chasing them for four years?"
Sam nodded. "That's why the vamps at the house knew who she was. They were a part of the nest she's been chasing."
Dean looked down at the map again, noticing two large circles over the exact town they were in now. "Looks like she narrowed things down to two buildings as potential nests," he glanced around the room, "and left in a hurry." He picked up the picture of her with her daughter and frowned. "I've got a bad feeling about this Sammy."
Sam nodded in agreement. "You were right, it looks like she needs our help. The clerk said he hadn't seen her since she checked in and her door was left open which looks like she left in a hurry. We need to check out those two buildings."
"Which is the closest?"
Sam pointed at the map. "This one. It's a few miles outside of town, maybe 20 minutes drive tops."
Dean took one last look at the photo before setting it back down again and looked at his brother. "Let's go."