Bloodlust
"Listen to her purr. You ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean said happily as Sam and he sped down the road in the newly fixed Impala.
"If you two want to get a room, just let me know, Dean." Sam joked from the passenger seat.
"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand" Dean said to the car while Sam chuckled.
"You're in a good mood" Sam observed.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asked making Sam shrug.
"No reason" Sam said.
"I got my car, I got a case. Things are looking up" Dean said happily.
"Wow, you hear of a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows, and you're Mr. Sunshine" Sam said making Dean laugh.
"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asked.
"Uh, about another 300 miles" Sam explained making Dean smile.
"Good" Dean said before speeding up.
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"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time" The local sheriff said to Sam and Dean who were pretending to be reporters.
"Sure, sure, we understand that. But just for the record, you found the first uh... head last week, correct?" Sam asked and the Sheriff nodded.
"Okay, and the other, a... Christina Flannigan?" Sam asked.
"That was two days ago" The Sheriff said before getting interrupted by his receptionist.
"Thank you. Sorry, boys, time's up. We're done here" The Sheriff said going to stand up.
"One last question" Sam said quickly.
"What about the cattle?" Dean asked quickly.
"Excuse me?" The Sheriff asked confused.
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases" Dean asked curiously.
"What about them?" The Sheriff asked confused.
"So, you don't think there's a connection?" Sam asked.
"Connection with…" The Sheriff asked not understanding.
"First, Cattle mutilations, now... Now, two murders? Kind of sounds like ritual stuff" Sam explained.
"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff" Dean added making the Sheriff laugh.
"You're not kidding" He said when Sam and Dean didn't laugh.
"No" Dean said simply.
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You want to know how I know? Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within 48 hours the bloat will split it open so clean It's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground, get soaked up, 'cause that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you worked for?" The Sheriff asked suspiously.
"World Weekly News" Dean said.
"Weekly World News" Sam corrected.
"World... I'm new" Dean lied but the Sheriff simply kicked them out. They then drove to the county hospital. They stole some white lab coats and moved down to the morgue to find a single worker. Dean looked at his name badge and saw his first name started with J.
"John" Dean guessed.
"Jeff" Jeff corrected.
"Jeff, I know that. Dr. Dorkin needs to see you in his office right away" Dean lied.
"But Dr. Dorkin's on vacation" Jeff said confused.
"He's back, and he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man. So, if I were you, I would..." Dean started to say before Jeff ran out of the room.
"Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked Sam once he closed the door behind Jeff.
"Yeah, reverse pentacle on the forehead" Sam confirmed.
"So much of that crap happens in Florida" Dean muttered as Sam pulled out the headless body and the bucket that contained the head.
"All right. Open it" Dean said putting on some gloves.
"You open it" Sam countered.
"Wuss" Dean said as he picked up the box and opened it to reveal the head.
"Well, no pentagram" Dean said simply.
"Poor girl" Sam muttered.
"Maybe we should, uh, look in her mouth, see if this wacko stuffed anything down her throat, you know, kind of like the moth in 'Silence of the Lambs'" Dean said grinning.
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead" Sam said moving the box in front of him.
"No, you go ahead" Dean said moving the box back in front of Sam.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Put the lotion in the basket" Dean joked.
"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever" Sam said before opening the mouth and digging around.
"Dean, get me a bucket" Sam said quickly.
"Find something?" Dean said surprised.
"No, I'm gonna puke" Sam said seriously making Dean stare at him.
"All right, lift her lip up again" Dean said.
"What? You want me to throw up, is that it?" Sam asked disgusted.
"No, I think I saw something" Dean said seriously and lifted the upper lip to find a hole in the gum
"Is that a hole?" Dean asked and pressed on it to reveal a retractable fang.
"It's a tooth" Sam said.
"Sam, that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs. You got to be kidding me" Dean said shocked.
"Well, this changes things" Sam said sighing.
"You think?" Dean said sarcastically.
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"How's it going?" Dean said walking up to a bartender in the local pub.
"Living the dream. What can I get for you?" The bartender asked with polishing a glass.
"Two beers, please" Dean said and the bartender turned around and grabbed them two bottles of beer.
"So, we're looking for some people" Sam said leaning on the bar next to his brother.
"Sure. It's hard to be lonely" The bartender joked making Sam half smile.
"Yeah, but, um, that's not what I meant" Sam said pulling out a $50 note and sliding it across to the bartender, who took it.
"Great. So, these people would've moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink" Sam explained.
"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night" Dean added before taking a sip of his drink.
"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot. Drinkers, noisy. I had to 86 them once or twice" The bartender explained while Dean and Sam finished their beers.
"Thanks" Dean said before they left the bar but not before realizing they had gained a follower. They led the man down a dark alleyway and jumped him from behind, shoving him against the wall.
"Smile" Dean said seriously as they held him against the wall, Dean had a knife to his throat.
"What?" The man asked confused.
"Show us those pearly whites" Dean said again.
"For the love of... you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire. Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there" The man said simply.
"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked seriously.
"How to kill them. Now, seriously, bro, that knife's making me itch" The man said to Dean but he didn't move. The man sighed and moved his arm but Sam grabbed it.
"Easy there, Chachi. See? Fangless. Happy?" The man asked after showing the brothers he had no fangs. Sam and Dean reluctantly let him go.
"Now, who the hell are you?" He asked annoyed before following the brother's back to his car.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. 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 them. Great trackers, good in a tight spot" The man who introduced himself as Gordon said.
"You seem to know a lot about our family" Dean said suspiously.
"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk" Gordon said simply.
"No, we don't actually" Dean said annoyed.
"I guess there's a lot your Dad never told you, huh?" Gordon said chuckling slightly.
"So, um... So, those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asked to lighten the mood.
"Yep. Been here two weeks" Gordon explained.
"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asked curiously.
"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill with that patchouli smell alone" Gordon joked.
"Where's the nest, then?" Dean asked.
"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meeting you fellas, But I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it" Gordon said simply.
"We could help" Dean offered.
"Thanks, but, uh, I'm kind of a go-It-Alone type of guy" Gordon explained.
"But man, I've been itching for a hunt" Dean begged.
"Sorry. But, hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. Go ahead and knock yourselves out. It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side" Gordon said before getting in his car and leaving. Sam and Dean shared a look and knew they weren't going to leave. They followed him the docks where they found him fighting a losing battle with a vampire. The vampire was just about to kill him when Sam dragged him away and Dean kicked the vampire with an electric saw to the throat.
"So, uh, I guess I got to buy you that drink" Gordon said as Sam watched Dean worried.
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