Well I'm finally back from a much needed vacation (actually I was more sleeping than vacationing but nevertheless I needed it)

Ok an explanation before I get started. I got a couple of complaints about the last chapter being a little…well…naughty. If your head is constantly in the gutter then you probably took it like that too, but I'd like to say that when I wrote that chapter I was laughing my head off at the pure and innocent fun of Dean bein his usually jerky self, and even though the immaturity was a little out of character it was really fun to imagine him in that situation, so don't deny it you liked it too.

Now on to Chapter 11!!!...yay!

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Chapter 11

"So Much For a Peaceful Car Ride."

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Immediately when Dean had walked into the room her could feel the tension. Not only were the shades drawn and the room dark, but the guy sitting behind a small desk was wearing a pair of sunglasses. There was something weird about officer Nelman. Dean couldn't quite place it. Nelman had a big walrus mustache and the flattest flat top hairdo he had ever seen, and apparently beer-bellies ran in the police profession because, like the chief, Nelman looked about 8 months pregnant.

Dean was about to ask him when he was due but Nelman abruptly asked, "Are you just gonna stand around like the waste of oxygen you are, or are you actually here for a reason?"

This cop thought he was hot shit, great, that makes the job easier. This wasn't the first cop Dean had met with an attitude, he knew how to handle this guy, time to lay on the sarcasm. "Now, now officer, is that any way to speak to your superiors?" He flipped out his badge, "Yeah, that's right, FBI Agent Cullen, this is Agent Rhodes," he said pointing to Sam, "And back there-"

"Agents Mulvey and O'Conner." Hannah cut in, not wanting to be given a BS name. She did have to admit, though, Dean was good, she probably would have broke down at the oxygen comment.

"Alright agents how may I be of service?" Nelman asked, his voice still full of disrespect.

"We heard about your single-handedly solving the Cumberland Warehouse Case and were wondering if we could ask you a few questions." Dean said.

"Is that the reason you're here?" Nelman said, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"No, I'm actually here for my health." Dean said narrowing his eyes, "Now will you answer the questions or not?"

"Alright, alright, shoot."

"That's better," Dean said, relaxing his gaze a little. "Now, I understand that the cause of the ware house deaths was a couple of pit bulls…and their victims had been ripped to pieces. We'd like to here your side of the story."

"Well there's not much else to say I guess. I gotten a few calls to go out there for some weird noises, never found anything, but each time, after I had left, another person would be found dead not a hour later. I called my team in and we did an investigation but nothing turned up. I finally decided to go by myself and that's when I found the dogs. I managed to shoot one of 'em as it lunged at my arm and the other was taken and disposed of by animal control after I called for backup."

"Any connections between the victims?"

"None that we could find. Now are you gonna ask any more questions, because this case is closed in case you didn't know."

"Just checkin up on some facts, officer, we'll be leavin now. And be sure to take care of that arm." Dean said, motioning toward Nelman's cast.

The room was dead silent as Dean opened the office door for everyone to exit.

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Once out in the hallway, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Nelman didn't suspect a thing (so they hoped) and they got the info they had come for.

Though, Dean didn't believe for a second the whole Pit bull BS, but he still wasn't sure how everything came together, better keep his mouth shut and talk it over with Sammy later.

"Dudes, what crawled up that guy's ass and died?" Hannah asked quietly as they reached the lobby.

"Dunno," Dean replied, "But I'm thinking it was a load ."

"Well, we'll figure it out…after we go see Oliver, ok?" Amanda said cheerfully as they walked out of the police station toward their awaiting cars.

"You guys are following us right?" Hannah called as she opened her car door.

"Lead the way." Sam called back as they reached the Impala.

"Hey, Sam." Dean said

"Yeah?"

"Gimme the keys, I'm drivin." He finished with a smirk.

Sam heaved a sigh, his control over the music had been short-lived, "Just don't get us lost again." He replied, tossing the keys to his brother who got in the drivers seat and started his baby up.

When Sam got in the passenger seat, Dean pushed a button on the radio and immediately the 17 minute-long version of In-a-gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly began playing.

So much for a peaceful car ride Sam thought ad the Impala pulled out of the parking lot, following Hannah's Bug.

"Hey Dean?" Sam asked after about 5 minutes, practically yelling over the music.

Dean turned the radio down to listen to his brother.

"Hannah was right," Sam continued, "What was that guy so at?"

"Sammy, you couldn't figure that out? ...the room was barely light enough to see, but Nelman was wearing sunglasses? And also he had been attacked by the so-called 'Pit bulls' yet, apart from the arm, which I'm sure is fake, remained unscathed. "

Dean looked over to his brother who gave him an un-realizing look, "Sam that cop was a vampire."

Sam's eyes widened.

"You mean to tell me that you, geek boy, couldn't figure that one out?" Dean asked, earnestly surprised.

"I guess I never thought the vampires would turn a cop"

"Come on Sam, these are vampires, do you actually think they care?"

"Obviously not, I wonder if Amanda and Hannah figured it out." Sam said taking out the radio Amanda had given him the night before.

"Well if they didn't, we're not telling them." Dean retorted yanking the radio out of Sam's hands before he could push the "talk" button

"That sounds a little too much like dad for comfort." The younger Winchester said letting his now empty hands drop.

"Sam, they're girls."

"So what? Jo's a girl, and she did fine on that one hunt."

"Yeah, but do you remember what almost happened to her? If anything bad happened to Hannah, I don't think I'd forgive myself."

"And I'd do the same for Amanda, but Dean they'renot just girls, they're smart and decently trained, I'm sure they can handle themselves."

The car was silent for a while. Dean had to admit his brother was probably right, but he couldn't help the fact that he wanted to smoke these vampires himself. Even as a little kid, sharing had never been his strong suit.

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Meanwhile in the Bug, Amanda hadn't said anything in a while, so Hannah decided to speak up, "You know, Nelman's a vampire." She said, hoping the info wouldn't come as too much of a shock to her friend.

"How long did it take you to figure that one out?" Amanda asked scanning the city landscape out the window.

Hannah tried to hide the surprise in her voice, "I- I knew as soon as we walked in the office." She lied.

"Sure you did," Amanda said, smiling, but she decided not to push the matter.

"We should tell Sam and Dean."

"No!" Amanda said abruptly, almost making Hannah run into a lamp post.

"Why not?" she asked, recovering from the sudden comment.

"Well…" Amanda hesitated, "We'll tell them, just…not yet. Even though we're working with them, I still want to some of this case to ourselves."

"Alright," Hannah sighed, she saw where her friend was coming from and in a way felt the same.

"Hannah, are you sure you know where you're going?" Amanda asked a little while later as Hannah turned down a shady looking street.

"Positive, I could find this place with my eyes closed. Besides, don't you remember? Our parents used to take us here all the time."

"Yeaaa…no, don't remember at all."

"Well prepare to have your memory refreshed, we're here!"

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Hannah had pulled into a dark parking lot on the west side of the city. Thought it was around noon, the whole road looked unusually dark; the chill in the air wasn't helping either.

Hannah and Amanda got out of their car just as the Impala pulled, and they began walking toward a small building with a run down sign that read "Hunters Choice"

"This is it?" Dean asked as he and Sam caught up to Hannah and Amanda, "What the hell kind of name is that? And isn't it a little...well…obvious?

"Oliver's parents weren't very creative," Hannah replied nonchalantly, "As for being obvious, to the untrained eye, its an ordinary, yet out of place, game- hunting supply store. A lot like Ellen's place."

"You two have been to the roadhouse?"

"We've stopped in once or twice when the gigs were slow." Amanda replied.

"Damn. Sammy, why do I always feel like we always miss the annual Hunter's ice cream social."

"What can I say?" Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders. "We have a busy schedule,"

"Wiseass." Dean mumbled opening the shop's door and entered.

Hannah and Amanda had been giggling about something Hannah had said, but when they entered the shop after Sam and Dean all manner of conversation froze, and they too gaped in an awkward stupor at the sight laid out before them.

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Eh, sorry for the cliffie, I just hope you won't be too disappointed with what happens though I will say it's not that intense.

One last note, I apologize if this particular fanfic goes on hiatus for a while (again…yeah sorry about that) but I'm working on a couple of things at once here and I'm tryin to get more of this story written before it gets posted.

Sooo, until next time!

-HoD91