Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter of A Whole New World! So, I'm writing this the night before I leave for Walker Stalker! I am so excited! This chapter probably won't go up till after Walker Stalker, so I will post more about that in my closing remarks. I also had job training today! It's been going amazingly for me right now. Anyways, the song of the chapter is Eyes On You by Heffron Drive. Enjoy the chapter!
Bloodlust Part 1
It was another week before Dean got the Impala back up and running. He didn't come back to my room after that night. It's been slightly awkward between us two since then. Nothing happened though. He's not the best with feelings. Sam seems to have noticed and even asked me about it, but I told him the truth: nothing happened. He seems to believe me. Once Dean got the Impala up and running, he soon found us a vampire case. Dean was in a good mood, which was weird considering how he was after our last hunt. Me and Sam were doing some reading as Dean had "Back in Black" blasting.
"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean says as we drive down the road that leads to Bobby's place.
"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me and Kate know, Dean." Sam says.
"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. They don't understand us." Dean says rubbing the dashboard. I roll my eyes.
"You're in a good mood."
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"No reason."
"Got my car. Got a case. Things are looking up."
"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows, and you're Mister Sunshine." Dean lets out a laugh.
"How far to Red Lodge?"
"About another three hundred miles."
"Good." Dean says going faster. We pull into our motel and check in. Me and Sam dress in more casual clothes because we are going to pose as reporters. We get back into the Impala and drive to the sheriff's office.
"Hi, my name is Claire Temple, and this is Matt Murdock. We are writing about the murders that have been going on in town." I say to the man at the front desk.
"Let me get the sheriff." He says going towards the back. He comes back with another man with a large mustache.
"Hi Sheriff Shane. My deputy tells me you are writing about the recent murders?" He asks.
"Yes, what can you tell us about the murders?" Sam asks. The man goes on to tell us about the victims and where they were found. Nothing really concrete though.
"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at the time." He finishes off.
"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first uh...head last week, correct?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Okay, and the other, a uh...Christina Flanigan." I start.
"That was two days ago. Is there-" The sheriff was cut off by a knock on the door to his office. Me and Sam turn to see a woman pointing at her watch. "Oh, sorry, time's up. We're done here." He says standing up.
"One last question." Sam says.
"Yeah, what about the cattle?" I ask.
"Excuse me?" The sheriff asks clearly surprised and confused.
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained...over a dozen cases." I say explaining myself.
"What about them?"
"So you don't think there's a connection?" Sam asks.
"Connection...with...?"
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff."
"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" I ask.
"You...you're not kidding." The sheriff says laughing.
"No." Sam says seriously.
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"
"How?"
"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops. Leave it in the sun within forty eight hours the bloat'll slip it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluid fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does, but hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"
"Weekly World News." Sam says.
"Get out of my office." The sheriff says. Me and Sam go pick Dean, who was looking at the victims' bodies, at the hospital.
"So, what did you find?" Sam asks as Dean climbs in.
"Well, it's definitely vampires." He says.
"How do you know that?"
"The girl 'victim' had retractable fangs. This feels like a vampire case to me."
"Alright, now we gotta find the nest." I say. We go to the motel and research till it starts getting late. Dean slams the book he was reading and stands up. We decide to go to the nearest bar to find out anything we can from the locals there. We go up to the bar to talk with the bartender.
"How's it going?" Dean asks as we approach the man. I look to the left and see Gordon. Oh crap.
"Living the dream. What can I get for you?" The bartender asks.
"Two beers and a water, please."
"So, we're looking for some people." Sam says after a moment.
"Sure, hard to be lonely." The bartender says.
"Yeah, but um...that's not what I meant." Sam says pulling out a fifty dollar bill and putting it on the bar. The bartender looks at it for a moment, but then takes it. "Right. So these...these people, they would have moved here about six months ago. Probably pretty rowdy. Like to drink..."
"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day. Party all night." I say.
"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot...drinkers, noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice."
"Thanks." Dean says as we get up and leave. I look to where Gordon was, but he was gone. I guess he's gonna catch us outside. We start heading to our motel, when I feel someone following us. The boys must have noticed too because Sam puts an arm around me and subtly pushes me in front of them. We turn down an alleyway and hide in the shadows. Gordon stops and looks around, but that's when we pounce. We pin him against the wall, while Dean holds a knife to his throat. "Smile." Dean growls.
"What?" Gordon asks.
"Show us those pearly whites."
"Oh for the love of...you want to stick that thing someplace else. I'm not a vampire." Pause. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."
"What do you know about vampires?" I ask.
"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro, that knife's making me itch." Dean cocks his head but doesn't move the knife. The man starts pulling away making me and Sam pin him harder just in case. "Who. Easy there." He pull his lip back to reveal he's not a vampire. "See? Fangless. Happy?" Dean lets up. "Now who the hell are you?" We explain who we are, and Gordon leads us to his car to show us his arsenal of weapons. "Sam and Dean Winchester and their friend Kate Foster. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes, but from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers. Good in a tight spot..."
"You seem to know a lot about our family." Dean says.
"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk."
"No, we don't, actually."
"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?"
"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asks.
"Yep. Been here two weeks."
"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asks.
"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."
"Where's the nest, then?"
"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meeting you guys, but I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."
"We could help." Dean says.
"Thanks, but uh...I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy."
"Come on, man, I've been itching for a hunt."
"Sorry, but hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon says getting into his car. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." Gordon says before he drives off.
To Be Continued...
Well, there you go guys! I'm making a video about my experiences at Walker Stalker Con, so that should be up very soon! I have a lot to talk about, and I had an incredible experience. I got to be a part of the whole thing that most people don't want to do: working. All I'm going to say is: they take care of you. Anyways, I hope you guys have an amazing day! Bye guys!