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Chapter 4

~Beauty & the Beast~

The four pulled up to the crime scene in the Impala, and JT was the first to exit the vehicle. The old car had made him feel uncomfortable and his opinion on Dean's driving didn't help much. Vincent and Dean were the last to exit. As they walked up to the clearing, Vincent got the slinking suspicion that they were being watched. But he thought it would be safer to keep it to himself. "I'll hide in one of the trees over there," he said.

Dean nodded. "Good idea," said the elder Winchester. The two split in different directions, and Dean went to catch up with his brother and JT, who were already standing with Tess, Gabe and Cat.

Vincent found a nice, tall tree and climbed it, crouching low on a sturdy branch like Spider Man as he tuned into the conversations below.

"Are you absolutely positive you buried the body here?" he heard his girlfriend ask the Winchesters as they approached the scene.

Dean and Sam nodded simultaneously. "Yes, I sliced its melon clean off and Sammy tossed it the hole." Dean confirmed. "We both threw dirt on the thing."

"There was no possible way the hybrid could have just risen from the grave," Sam agreed with his brother.

Dean smirked. "Unless it's a super zombie."

"Would you stop with the zombie theory!" Sam scolded.

"A man can't have a theory, Sam?" Dean replied in a smartass tone of voice.

As the brothers bickered back and forth, Vincent directed his attention to the woods behind him. He could have sworn he heard a quiet chuckle echoing across the clearing. "Who's there?" Vincent demanded.

There was a brief pause as if whoever it was realized he wasn't the only non-human watching the investigation at the crime scene transpire. "I thought I was alone, I should have known," voiced someone with a familiar, devious British accent. "Vincent."

Vincent stood up on the branch and crossed his arms as he leaned against the tree's body. "Didn't think you'd still be here….So...was it you who took the hybrid?"

"Right down to business, eh?" the Brit said. "If I took the hybrid, would I still be here?"

"Right." Vincent nodded. "So why are you here, Klaus?" Even though he wanted to have a face-to-face conversation with the original hybrid, he remained within the treetops in order to continue concealing his identity from the NYPD.

Klaus chuckled slyly. "You remembered me, I'm flattered." There was movement in the woods across the clearing as Niklaus came into Vincent's viewpoint. "I'm here for the same reasons as you: to find the hybrid that has caused us all so much trouble."

"So you didn't take the hybrid," Vincent stated as he second-guessed Klaus's honesty.

"Ahh...you're catching on." Klaus said darkly. "Muirfield should be proud; you're a smart little beastie, aren't you."

Suspicious, Vincent carefully jumped down to the ground and confronted Klaus. "I never told you who I was or what Muirfield is. Who are you, really? Are you working for Muirfield?" Vincent furrowed his eyebrows and flashed his golden eyes. Something about Klaus irked him and he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

"Do I look like the kind of bloke who would be working for somebody? Honestly, the first thing you need to know about survival is that you don't trust a single soul. You have every right not to trust me but I assure you, I'm not the bad guy here. At least...not in this case." Klaus smirked.

"Then how do you know about Muirfield and about what I am?" Vincent asked stoically.

Klaus frowned and folded his arms across his chest. "Another tip, V, always be two steps ahead of everyone in the room. Now, listen carefully, I acquire your assistance-"

"And what if I refuse?" Vincent interjected.

Klaus sneered diabolically and shifted his eyes over to the group of humans standing around the empty grave, "We wouldn't want anything to happen to your beloved Catherine, now would we?"

"Leave her out of this." Vincent stated darkly. "This is just between you and me."

"Hardly," Klaus said dully. "If you help me, no harm will come to her."

"How do I know you won't double-cross me?" Vincent asked carefully. Ever since he was hiding from Muirfield, he had learned never to trust anyone right off the bat.

Klaus grinned. "You don't," he said slyly. "So I guess you'll just have to trust me." Not even a second later, the devious Original Hybrid vanished, leaving Vincent in his wake to ponder the proposal.

He didn't want to work for Klaus, much less anybody, but in order to keep Catherine safe, what choice did he have? Even if Klaus was bluffing, Vincent couldn't know for sure. He was different than humans so everything was up in the air. Should he do Klaus's bidding or should he decline and hope to God nothing happens to Catherine? Vincent already knew the answer and he wasn't about to risk his girlfriend's life over what seemed like an easy task.

"Hey man, you okay?" Vincent jumped slightly when he suddenly heard Dean's voice.

Snapping back to reality, Vincent turned around and looked up to see Dean and Catherine standing behind him with worried expressions. "Yeah."

"You don't look okay," Catherine deduced as she placed her hand on her boyfriend's broad shoulder.

Dean narrowed his eyes in concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he said roughly.

Vincent covered Catherine's hand with his own and replied, "Something like that. But I'm fine now. You don't need to worry about me."

Dean sighed. "Dude, if it's something pertaining to this case you should tell us."

Vincent quickly nodded his head and slowly licked his lips knowing that Dean was right. Based on recent experience, keeping secrets never ended well. "All right." He paused, looked around and checked to see if Klaus was still within the area but he couldn't sense him. "Had a little run-in with Klaus about a minute ago."

"What?" Dean asked surprised. "What'd he want? Where'd he go?"

Before Vincent could reply, Catherine whipped her head around and looked at Vincent, "Wait, Klaus...you mean that freaky hybrid monster thing you were talking about the other night?"

"Yeah," Vincent confirmed, "That's the one."

"Again, what'd he say?" Dean reiterated.

"Well, do you want the long version or the short version?" Vincent asked to try to diffuse the tension.

"Vincent," Catherine gave him a worried look, "Just tell us what he said." To give him some comfort, she squeezed his shoulder and urged him to elaborate.

"Well, he said that once we figure out what's going on here, he demands for us to help him with something. What? I don't know but I'm sure this will not be the last time we see him in New York."

Dean shifted his stance and crossed his arms. "Demands? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do or die?"

"Basically." Vincent said bluntly as he nodded his head. No matter how conflicted he felt about the situation, he wouldn't dare tell Catherine nor anyone else of Klaus's real threat. For now, he would keep it to himself.

Catherine, however, was slightly confused. The whole situation seemed sketchy. Why would a hybrid...whatever that was...require her boyfriend & company to do his bidding? Vincent noticed Catherine's confusion so he squeezed her hand and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"Well," Catherine cocked her head slightly, "What could be worse than one werewolf-vampire-thing running around the country? I mean, why do you two sound so concerned about someone who seems like he's barely a threat?"

Dean smirked. "Clearly you don't get out much," he said. "There's demons, pissed off angels, ghosts, pissed off ghosts, vampires, pissed off vampires, shapeshifters, werewolves, pissed off werewolves, Leviathans, Jefferson Starships, skinwalkers, and apparently hybrids. And that's just what you would see every day; theres a whole other world of nasty out there you couldn't imagine."

Together, Vincent and Catherine looked at Dean and raised their eyebrows simultaneously. "Jefferson Starships?"

Dean held out his hand. "Don't ask."

"Okay," Catherine shrugged, "Still, what's the worst this Klaus guy can do? Use his fangs against you?" Catherine clearly didn't understand the world of the Supernatural.

Dean sighed. "Klaus is apart of a family of Original Vampires. He's the most dangerous because he's part werewolf. Get on his bad side and you'll die. From what Sam and I have read, he's manipulative and won't stop until he gets what he wants," Dean explained. "And from talking with him, he finds girls particularly tasty. Also in my experience, you don't want to be bitten by a vampire. Just leave it at that. This isn't Twilight. Vampires aren't sparkly; most of them aren't very nice and you should avoid them at all costs."

"But unfortunately," Vincent added, "This particular hybrid won't leave us alone. Which means he's a threat to be reckoned with." Vincent didn't go further into detail but Catherine could tell something else was bothering him. However, she didn't want to pressure him in front of Dean.

Dean cleared his throat after a brief awkward pause. "Anyway, the real reason we came over here was to ask you to do your little beast Jedi powers and figure out what happened to our dead hybrid. Clearly he's not a zombie, as Sam has repeatedly debunked."

Vincent smirked, "First off, I can't move things with my mind. I'm not Obi Wan Kenobi , you know."

"Star Wars? Really?" Catherine jerked her head back and gave her boyfriend a weird look.

Both of the guys abruptly looked at Catherine as if she was Jar Jar Binks from Otoh Gunga. Dean shook his head in disdain and directed his attention to Vincent, "She doesn't know Star Wars...I have an issue with that...This needs to change...I have the DVDs in the trunk of the Impala and while Sam and JT are continuing the investigation, we show the awesomeness that is Star Wars. Maybe skip the prequels…though…"

"I've seen...Star Wars." Catherine defended herself.

"No you haven't." Vincent laughed but stopped when Catherine gave him a dirty a look. "We've had plenty of opportunities but you simply refuse to watch the series." Vincent wrapped his arm around Catherine's shoulders and pulled her in for a side hug. Realizing he was digging himself into a rather deep hole, he quickly whispered, "You know I'm just messing with you, right?"

"Uh-huh. Sure you are." Catherine pressed her lips together and looked the opposite direction.

"Okay then...back to the point," Dean said. "We need you to play bloodhound and sniff some of the dirt or blood from the hybrid so we can figure out what happened to it."

"Why does everyone assume I'm a bloodhound?" Vincent asked more to himself than to the group. However, Dean and Catherine heard it loud and clear.

Dean smirked. He reached into his jacket and pulled out an evidence bag full of bloody dirt from the grave he and Sam had dug two nights before. He tossed it to Vincent. "Do your thing, Lassie."

Vincent rolled his eyes at Dean's comment and took the bag from the eldest Winchester. He opened it and immediately got a whiff of its contents. Suddenly, he turned towards the crime scene and images of the past flashed through his mind. He could see three men in black suits digging out the body and stuffing it into dark-colored van.

"Well?" Dean asked impatiently.

"Just wait." Catherine stated as she observed her boyfriend seeing something that wasn't there.

"They took it that way." Vincent stated as he pointed towards the main road.

Dean looked as if he were constipated, trying to concentrate on something. "Wait, who's they?" he asked. "And… you got all of that from sniffing a bag of dirt? Wow…"

"Muirfield." Vincent stated.

"Are you sure?" Catherine asked slowly. "Could it be someone else?"

"No," Vincent shook his head, "It was definitely Muirfield. I recognized Agent Kyle-the one who...you know...killed Evan."

"Oh. Right." Catherine looked downwards.

Dean waited a few seconds for an explanation as to who this Evan guy was but when he didn't get one, he let it go. "So...I'll go grab the others and we can go figure out where they went next?" he asked.

"It's pointless." Vincent said, causing both Dean and Catherine to look at him, "The body was stuffed into a van which means no blood trail for me to follow."

Dean inhaled and thought a second. "Did you 'see' a license plate?" he asked.

"No...my skills...don't really work like that." Vincent replied.

"I don't get it Qui Gon," Dean said unenthused.

Vincent sighed and tried to figure out a good way to explain his new 2.0 abilities. His explanation could go one of two ways. He could give a very JT-sounding explanation where he talks about hemoglobin and animal senses or he could give a very dumbed down version as if he were explaining his abilities to first graders at a science convention. "Well," Vincent said carefully, "How much do you know of science?"

"Not much," Dean was quick to answer.

"Okay…" Vincent nodded. "To put this simply, I can use the molecules in my DNA to heighten my senses and basically track down my prey, so to speak. However, there's a glitch. If I don't have anything definitive to follow, the trail ends. So, because of the blood within the bag, I was able to re-see everything that had happened to the blood-owner within this specific location. Since there's no more blood to follow, I can't effectively track down the hybrid. So basically, we are at a dead end."

Dean sighed. "Damn it," he scowled. "What do we do next?"

"Right now?" Vincent raised his eyebrows, "Not too sure."

Dean had that same constipated look on his face again as he thought about what their next move would be. "We could...Ask an Angel?"

"An...angel?" Vincent questioned Dean's knowledge.

"Guys?" Catherine interjected but neither one of the guys paid attention to her.

"Yeah, an Angel," Dean confirmed. "When Sam was lying in a hospital dying, I prayed for an angel to come help him. The one that came and used Sam as a vessel for awhile was Ezekiel. While he was repairing Sam from the inside, he helped on numerous cases."

"That sounds...promising." Vincent considered Dean's theory. "How do we contact one?"

"Uh guys!" Catherine tried again but still, they didn't hear her. She folded her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for them to break out of their guy world.

"Pray to him," Dean said. "He's not in Sam anymore, he found another vessel."

"Well," Vincent inhaled through his teeth, "that's one heck of a drawback. You see, I'm not really the religious type."

Dean smiled. "Neither was I, until I met my friend, Castiel, who used to be an Angel," he replied.

Suddenly, the men jumped when Catherine shouted, "GUYS!" and immediately turned their attention onto her. "Finally!"

"What is it?" Vincent curiously asked, wondering why his girlfriend why his girlfriend was so torqued off. Her blood pressure was borderline angry.

Simmering down, she said, "Why don't we just go back to the guild and use JT's Facial Rec software to try to locate Agent Kyle." As she watched Dean and her boyfriend contemplate her suggestion, she couldn't help but feel irritated. And they call themselves a Hunter and a Beast.

Vincent nodded. "Good idea," he said.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Let's go get the others and meet back at HQ?"

"HQ?" Vincent asked. Of all of the things he's heard JT call the guild, HQ certainly wasn't one of them.

"Yeah, your place," Dean explained. "What do you call it?"

"Several things: the guild, the man cave, the bat cave and the lair." Vincent tossed his hands about. "But I like HQ better. It sounds more official." Seeing that JT, Gabe, Tess and Sam were walking towards, he called out to JT, "ISN'T THAT RIGHT, JT?!"

"What?" the professor asked as Vincent, Catherine and Dean met them halfway. "Isn't what right?"

Dean smirked. "Oh V was just tell us about how you wear women's panties," he said jokingly.

JT widened his eyes in shock and immediately directed his attention to his best friend.

Noticing JT's mouth was wide open, Vincent took a step backwards and waved his hands in the air. "I said no such thing!"

Just when JT was about to defend himself while everybody else was laughing, a raspy male voice sounded behind the group."Who wears female undergarments?"

Dean and Sam looked to see short man with wavy dark hair and the shadow of a beard standing a few feet away from them. He wore jeans and a red jacket that looked like it hadn't been cleaned for weeks. The brothers' eyes widened.

"Cas?"

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