A/N Second chapter in the story. This will be much longer, and hopefully better too. Also, the story will take time during the time of the first and second season because after season two it somehow got exaggerated. Meaning there will be no angels whatsoever in this story. Gabriel might be mentioned but only as a trickster, since they did not know he was Gabriel until the fifth season.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Eric Kripke and we all know it. Just putting it there so I will not get sued for plagiarism (It happened to someone I know. She did not put a disclaimer and people began to accuse her for copy pasting. Even if everybody KNOWS that the fanfiction authors do not own the characters.)

Warning: Bad grammar and spelling, Vampire!Sam.

Also, when I read through the previous chapter I noticed I wrote that Sam's eyes are brown instead of hazel. My bad.

"So ranger, what do you think?"

John Winchester was examining the body of a young girl, absolutely drained from blood, not even a drop could be seen. He had never seen anything like that, but he knew that there was no doubt what kind a creature could have done this. Though he always thought vampires were exterminated.

"Don't know," he answered the man. "Never heard of anything that would drain a human being…"

"Or it could also just be a crazy psychopath with a taste of human blood," his son Dean Winchester interrupted him with a huge smirk on his face.

John gave his son a murderous look. He was used to Dean's witty sense of humor, but sometimes he could still get annoyed with Dean for it, especially when he could make a joke at a bad timing.

"Ha ha, very funny," the doctor said ironically. "Try to be serious here; this isn't the time to make jokes. A girl's been murdered and drained of blood. This is a small town so everybody knows everybody. I know that no one here would be capable of murder. Trust me I've been a doctor before your partner was even born. I've seen many gruesome things and I have no doubt about what this is all about."

"Aha, and what is it then, doctor?" John said with a hidden sarcasm that the stranger thankfully did not notice.

"An animal of course, these woods are filled with grizzlies and every year someone is found dead in these woods… all of them drained from blood."

Both Dean and John exchanged an annoying look at each other. Except for the lack of blood the girl looked like someone who had for example frozen to death, not all ripped open and deformed.

'Shame that she's dead,' Dean thought with a disappointed look on his face. 'A little entertainment with this girl in this middle-of-nowhere town wouldn't be so bad.'

Oh well, nothing to do about it now except hunt down her killer, kill him/her and leave for the next town and next supernatural bastard. Yepp, it was a pretty much his and John's life in a nutshell. Not that he was complaining. He loved to hunt, to feel the thrill of tracking down spirits and demons and send them back to where they belonged.

"Thank you officer me and my partner will take over from here." John tried to sound calm but to Dean, who knew his father better than anybody else, it was obvious he wanted nothing but getting rid of this incompetent man and do the job himself.

"So dad, what do you think it is?"

"Well the only thing that comes into my mind is a vampire but as far as I know they are extinct."

Dean did not know what to say about that. Like John, he had also thought vampires were no more but now that he mentioned it, it would make sense. The most natural supernatural being to be able to drain another person like this would be a vampire. Problem was that he had no experience with hunting down those bloodsuckers and neither did John. However, he doubted that all those classic Hollywood legends about garlic, crucifixes and stick through the heart were true.

"I don't know much about vampire hunting either," John said as if he had read his son's mind. "But I can assure you that all those myths Hollywood has made up about them are just plain bullshit based on old women's superstitions. You do not kill them by pulling a stick through their heart, you kill them by cutting their head off. Sunlight won't kill them either but it feels like nasty sunburn so they avoid it anyway."

After examining the dead girl closer John decided that he would as soon as they got to their motel room call a friend of his, Daniel Elkins, who apparently was a veteran vampire hunter.

Dean on the other hand had no intentions joining his father in doing all kind of research. Mostly he did not need to since John had everything written in a certain diary that he always took with him anywhere he went. Instead he focused on maybe finding a nice bar to relax, play some pool or poker and earn himself some extra cash. Some would say that he was not earning his money honestly but he would beg to differ. Maybe he would even find himself a nice girl to enjoy the night with. His father would sometimes half-heartedly tell him he should be more careful but he would only listen just as half-heartedly and John would drop it.

John knew what his son was up to, knew what his wayward son was thinking about and he knew that there was no point in arguing about it. He also knew that there were things more important to think about than where his crazy son went. That did not mean he never worried about his son but he also knew Dean was fully capable in taking care of himself. As soon as he heard the door close behind his son, he let out a sigh. He did not know why he felt so bad about letting Dean go out this particular night. Like something terrible might happen to the boy if he went out this particular night. At that thought he gave out a small chuckle. When was it that Dean truly had been safe from danger? Those days went back to the time when his beloved wife still was alive, before he even thought about the life as a hunter. Moreover, how long hasn't Dean been going out to pubs to earn money in pool hustling? Probably when other boys his age begun having their first kisses. And how many times hadn't Dean came out as the winner from a bar fight if some person got mad at losing all his money? John had no doubt the number was 10 out of 10 times.

Yet the feeling that this was anything like those times would not go away. Even when he called Elkins, the feeling would not disappear.

xXx

The sun was about to set in the west when Sam thought the time appropriate to leave for 'breakfast'. Last night's hunt had been enjoyable but now it was time to find another victim. His fellow coven friends told him that he ought to be more careful, that eventually hunters would come looking for them. Deep down he knew she was right but the predator inside him craved for the thrill the hunt gave him and for the sweet blood of a beautiful girl… or beautiful boy if there were not any nice girls out there. He was not the picky kind of vampire, had never been and would never be one either.

He saw that the other members of the coven, Jessica, Zack, Becky and Emily, were also getting ready to get their first meal for the day. Sam had met Jessica not long after some random vampire had turned her and left her to fend for herself. She had been lost, weak and an easy kill for even the most inexperienced hunter out there. Being the compassionate vampire he was he took her under his guarding wings and since then she had been one of his most trusted and loved friends. Together they had encountered Zack and Becky who were on their own too. Naturally, they decided to join each other's groups for better protection. After a hunt, Zack had met Emily and fallen in love with her and the feelings had been mutual. When she had discovered his identity she asked him to turn her too so they could be together. She had no family left either so the choice had not cost her anything. Ever since then they had stuck to each other and protected one another against any possible threat out there.

"So, are you ready for some fun tonight?" Zack asked him. "You finally killed that girl? You were covered in blood when you got back."

Sam smirked at the thought of the girl the previous night. Ah, had she not been the the sweetest little girl ever? Not a flaw in her life and not a single hardship had she gone through. She had a loving family who surely would miss her terribly and a bright future ahead of her. And he had ripped it all away from her in an instant, like the killer with no conscience that he was. But like all sweet things the fun must come to an end. And tonight there was going to be another night with another victim.

"I'm hungry for something new," Becky said. "Something fresh and possibly a challenge."

"Well Sammy here is a master picking up the challenges," Jessica said with a smirk. "You could always ask for his help if you're looking for one."

And what is better, his coven adored him. They looked up to him because of his statue and ability to manipulate his victims. Before Emily came into the picture, he and Zack had gone out particularly every night to pick up random girls to play with and Zack had regarded him as his mentor. He was the ultimate predator and he knew it and he did not fear to use it. It was just so much fun to toy with humans, to play with their feelings and pretending that he found them interesting enough to give them more of his attention than they truly deserved and then in a heartbeat end their life. He sometimes wondered if there truly was a human being worth his attention.

Never in his vampire lifetime had he met one so he heavily doubted that he would ever meet one in the future either. Jessica, being the ever romantic as she always was and would always be, told him multiple times that he shouldn't think like that. If he would look closer on his victims than just food, he may see something deeper than that, like Zack and Emily. He would simply just nod and tell her that if that happens it happens but he was not going to try to see beyond the victims' blood. What he did not tell them was that he had no idea why Zack fell in love with Emily. If Sam had been in Zack's shoes he would just snap the damn girl's neck and get rid of her. Every time Jessica and Becky looked at Emily they saw a girl who made Zack happy and especially Becky was happy for her brother. On the other hand, every time when Sam looked at her, all he saw was the girl who had stolen his best hunting buddy from him.

Another reason why he was mad Zack was with Emily was that he was jealous. He was jealous Zack had found someone while he, Sam, still was alone. As Zack's friend, he should feel like Jessica and Becky and be happy for his friend yet he felt only hatred and anger and he hated himself for that. He and Jessica had tried to be something more once but realized that they did better as friends than as a couple.

"Sammy, are you still in this world? You're spacing out; did you have too much fun the previous night?"

He was brought back from his thoughts by Jessica. He had to admit that she was pretty and smart and everything he could wish in a partner and that he sometimes regretted that there could never be anything between them. But she had not approved of his way to 'toy' with his victims and he had not been ready to change for her so they broke it off and decided to be friends instead.

Yet something in his guts told him that this night would be different from all the others, that this night's events would change everything. If it would be for the good or the bad, he did not know but whatever path would follow from this night on he was ready to follow it. Only for the sake of something new, exciting and challenging.

xXx

Dean was walking from the motel to the nearest bar he had spotted on their way. It was a small town so he did not doubt that this was the only bar around. As long as he could get some beer, money and a chick, he did not complain.

So vampires huh? Somehow it sounded so absurd to his ears. Not after twenty-two years of hunting they had encountered a bloodsucker and now suddenly there is a girl drained of blood. He had seen many gruesome things in his life, everything from demon possession to shtrigas sucking out the soul of children. But this was something else. This was neither gruesome nor just monstrous. Whatever (or whoever) had done it had not been careless. No fingerprints were found and no DNA either. The facts that she had been completely drained from blood made the thought of a vampire attack more and more sense to him.

Suddenly the thought of hunting something new excited him. He had hunted several woman in white, wendigo, countless of spirits and even done some demon exorcising but never a vampire. He had always thought those were exterminated and he had never met another hunter who had encountered one either. He had never met this friend John was talking about though, never even heard of him before. He did not know John had any other friends aside from Bobby, Pastor Jim and Caleb. His father was not exactly the most likable person one could find and you had to look past the stubborn personality to see John Winchester for who he truly was, if only John would let them will say. He barely let his own son see him for who he was, something Dean would never argue against, not out loudly at least. Dean knew how badly John missed Dean's mother. After her death, he had sought out to kill the thing that killed her and dragged his son along with him.

This was why Dean highly wished that this friend of John's, Daniel Elkins, did not live far away so he could take over from them and let them continue their search for his mother's killer. Maybe his father finally would come to peace after they killed the demon. Sure, they would probably continue hunting afterwards but not in the same obsessive way like they had until now. Maybe John would even be able to relax and have some fun once in a while. If anyone had not had any fun in the last twenty-two years, it would be John Winchester.

However, just because John did not know how to enjoy himself did not mean Dean had to be the same. On the contrary, he loved to relax and have the time of his life. He loved to visit bars, have some beers, play pool and hook up with a random chick who could equal him in hotness. He seldom hooked up with the same chick for more than one night but sometimes he would be generous and give her the the time of her life a second time.

It did not take long for him to reach the bar. It was a quite nice one for being located in such a small town.

"What can I get for you, sugar?" the bartender asked with a flirty voice as he sat down to order some beer. She could easily have been his mother but Dean was a gentleman so he just smiled at her.

"Beer please, Corona if you have any."

She gave him the drink and said that it was on the house. Dean smiled to himself. He remembered once when he was a kid that someone told John to be extra strict with his son, that boys as pretty as Dean were doomed to get into troubles because of their looks. The man had said that it was Dean's own curse to deal with. So far, however, being handsome had not been a curse as that man had predicted but a blessing.

After he had drank the beer he headed towards the pool table. He had a small feeling in his stomach that he would meet someone very interesting tonight.

xXx

The bar was crowded as Sam and his friends entered it. Everywhere he could hear blood pumping through veins, smell the blood that was pumping and he grew hungrier. He looked at his comrades' faces and saw that they were equally hungry as well. They sat down at an empty table in the far corner where they could search for the evening's prey without being noticed.

Jessica was the first one to see her dinner. A tall and young man with shining dark hair, blue eyes and a muscular build with a brooding look. Sam smirked to himself. The handsome and brooding men had always been Jessica's favorite toys. She said they reminded her of the man who turned her and left her for death. He guessed that this was her very own personal revenge.

"So Sam, see anyone worth playing with?" Zack asked him with amusement. "You know that one day there might come a day when you've killed all the girls you find worth paying attention to."

"Zack, Zack… my dear friend, haven't you learned already? There is no human truly worth my attention. They are our food, lesser creatures than we are."

Emily only shook her head. She had not been a vampire for so long so she still remembered what it felt like to be human, unlike Sam who was the oldest of them all and had forgotten what it felt like to be human.

Speaking about humans there was something looming over them tonight, as if they were scared or edgy.

"Have you heard?" a man's voice said from the closest table.

"Yes, it's horrifying," a woman's voice said.

"Who could have done something like that, and to poor Emma nevertheless. She's never hurt a fly."

Then he remembered. He had not gotten rid of the body. Of course someone would find her and now he would be in big trouble.

"It looked like an animal attack but what animal would drain a person from blood like that?" They continued to talk at the neighbor table.

"I don't know, the woods are filled with grizzly bears but wouldn't that leave a person ripped open?"

"Yes but do you have another theory?"

"No but still…"

Sam could not listen anymore. He scolded at himself for being so careless and not hid the body and now people certainly would start talking, and living in a small town like this he had no doubt people would talk about it for some time onward. Unusual things had a tendency to stay as the top topic for a longer time in smaller towns than in the big cities. In big cities, stuff happened all the time so people had simply stopped caring. Which was why Sam wanted to move there but the other coven members thought that smaller towns were better. He had no idea why but the rest wanted to stay here then he had no other choice but to stay as well.

"Sam, you alright man?" Zack asked him.

"No… I mean… yes, I'm perfectly fine. Just hungry."

"Well seeing anyone you like in particular?" Becky asked him.

"No… not right now."

He had to be careful now. Jessica had been right when she said he was too careless. He sincerely hoped the town's folk would stick to the thought of a grizzly attack. If they went further, some superstitious fool might come up to the right conclusion. Worse, hunters might come and investigate despite the rumor of that vampires were exterminated.

"So the day has finally come after all," Zack said with an amused voice. "You have finally exterminated all the good ones in this town."

"No I haven't, I'm just a very picky vampire," Sam said. "You know I don't just take anyone."

"Oh we know," Becky said with the same amused voice Zack had.

Sam began to examine the room, looking for any possible victims. There were a couple of girls at the bar disk who did not look quite that bad. One red head and one brunette. Good, he preferred them to blondes. Both were tall with lovely, long legs which was always a bonus. Girls with long legs were more possible to run faster than girls with short legs when it came to the hunt. They were smiling and giggling. How he would love to break the spark in their eyes. Apparently, they were giggling at someone at the pool table. Oh well, they would soon have someone else to smile and giggle at. Once he made his move, all the other men in the universe seemed like worthless cockroaches. Out of curiosity, he looked over at the pool table to see what had caught the girls' attention. All the other girls' in the bar were looking at whatever was there he soon noticed.

That was when Sam saw him. Standing by the pool table, smirking at some thugs, obviously laying bets on who would win, was the most beautiful creature Sam had ever laid eyes on. Tall and muscular, short hair with a brownish blonde shade, tan skin and lovely cocksucking lips along with somewhat soft features. However, what truly made him stand out from anybody else were the eyes. They were the most remarkable green eyes Sam had ever seen. The man's eyes held a glint of confidence and Sam loved confident people. They were always more fun to play with and were the ones most likely to put up a fight. Tonight's prey would not be a pretty, young girl but a handsome young man instead. A little bit of change from the usual pattern had never hurt anyone.

With a confident smile, he walked over to the pool table to the beautiful creature stood along with two other less handsome creatures. He could not help but listen to the conversation.

"You sure about this, pretty boy? Because you certainly don't look like you've got money on you." One of the thugs said with a teasing voice.

The handsome man continued to smirk and when you looked at him from a closer distant he was even better looking.

"We'll just wait and see, this pretty boy might've gotten more up in his sleeves than you could think," he answered the thug.

That settled it. This man would be Sam's next prey and there was nothing that would be able to stop him. Taking a bit of his prey's confidence to himself, he walked to the pool table.

"Hello fellows, mind if I join you?" he asked.

His prey and the thugs looked at him for a second but nodded.

"Welcome on board," the other thug, who had been quiet up until recently, said to him.

The hunt had begun. Once again, it was time to play God.

~End of chapter~

A/N This is the real second chapter. It was a bit boring I know but I had nothing better to do so I thought 'Why not continue with the stories?' and the ideas came flowing.

Hope you all like it and I hope I will get a third chapter up. Constructive criticism is very welcome.