this is a little bit longer :D the next part will be even longer becasue it'll be the rest of the episode. be warned it might take me a little longer to write out. D: but i'll be home on the 11th and it may be done by then, who knows! :D

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Chapter 8: Bloodlust Part 2

I drove to the Sherriff's Office. With all the small talk and little swear words that kept floating around the car I wished I had never volunteered. I was ready to drive us into a damn tree, or over a bridge.

"We're here." I said pulling into Red Lodge's small Sherriff station parking lot. I looked around the minimal amount of cars. "Not a lot of cops."

"That's a good thing when you're impersonating World Weekly News." Dean said with a smile as he adjusted his tie in the back seat.

"Weekly World News." Sam corrected, but it came out more as an annoyed huff.

I rolled my eyes, slipping on my skirt, which was very difficult with a steering wheel in front of you. "Right, I forgot we actually work there and it's shunned upon when we say the name wrong."

Dean smirked and Sam got out of the car, slamming the door. I threw my head back and groaned and placed it down on the steering wheel for a moment. I could hear Dean shift behind me and place his hands on my shoulders to gently rub them.

"He needs to try and put this behind him. I want my best friend back." I said softly, my eyes glazing over with tears. Maybe I could try and talk to him although what could I say that would make anything better?

Dean sensed the tears in my voice and leaned foreword to place a long kiss on my head. "Don't let him get to you, that's what he wants. He wants you to feel bad."

"I feel bad for something, I just don't know what."

"Sure it's not for dating me?" Dean quirked, but underneath the joking voice you could tell it was an actual question. I lifted my head off the steering wheel to turn around and glare at him. He put his hands up in protest, making his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "What?"

"You better stop saying that." I threatened, moving out of my seat to punch him on the arm. "I'm serious, it's not funny." I said as he broke out into small chuckles. I'm guessing he was laughing at the sudden violence done to his arm than anything else.

He nodded, controlling his laughs and kissing me on the lips. "Sorry. I'll behave."

"You better, or no more shower time together."

He pointed at me as his face grew serious. "That's not even funny."

I opened the door and crawled out, fixing my shirt. Dean followed a short time after and closed the back seat door. "Ready?" He asked me, holding his hand out.

I nodded, smiling. "Ready." I took his hand.

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"The murder investigation is ongoing…" The Sherriff continued, answering my question. "That's all I can share with the press at this time."

I nodded and adjusted my blouse as I wrote nonsense down on the notepad I was carrying. I always wanted to be a reporter of some kind, like in that television show Lois and Clark. Lois made reporting always look so fun and rewarding but I guess that's why it was on TV for how many seasons. I'm guessing the truth was news and reporting was a gritty business and you had to learn to get your hands dirty.

Sam nodded and lifted up his own notepad like he had been writing questions down. "Sure, sure, we understand that. But just for the record, you found the first head last week, correct?"

The Sheriff nodded and I started asking another question when Sam cut me off. "And the other, a Christina Flannigan?"

I scoffed quietly and shifted in my seat as the Sheriff, who looked like a Roger instead of the Bill on his nametag. "That was two days ago." A young woman knocked on the door and pointed to her watch and Roger nodded, starting to get up. "Sorry." He nodded politely at me as he stood. "Time's up. We're done here."

"One last question?" I asked with the most attractive smile I could muster. He stopped and nodded, looking straight at me but Dean asked the question.

"What about the cattle?"

Roger was trying to find the power to not glare at us or throw a chair. "Excuse me?"

I cleared my throat and closed the notepad. "You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained -- over a dozen cases." Poor cows. I personally always wanted to try and be a vegetarian because I have a soft spot for animals. But then I realized that Dean would most likely run me over with the car if I stopped eating cheeseburgers with him.

"What about them?" He asked, adjusting his belt. He needed to lay off the cream filled doughnuts.

"So, you don't think there's a connection with the cattle mutilations and now two murders? Kind of sounds like ritual stuff."

My stomach erupted with butterflies and I knew my face was showing surprise that he actually asked that. Way to slowly lean into that question Sam. Now Roger was looking at us like we were freaking crazy and this time I actually felt like we were.

But Dean picked it up and added right to the craziness. Wow, un-freakin-believable. They wouldn't even talk to each other in the car, other than the usual bantering and shouting that all meshed together, but they'd jump right in and add one crazy sentence to another.

"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff."

Oh, dear God…he did not just add Satan in there. I looked slowly at the Sheriff and felt embarrassment lash over my cheeks as he burst into laughter. Well, let me just say, it wouldn't be the last time we'd be laughed at. Dean and I exchanged a look and when Roger realized we were serious, he stopped laughing and looked like he was about to pound us into the door. Apparently Satan sacrificing cows in his town wasn't exactly so funny to him anymore.

"There is no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean, it's just about surgical. But, hey, it could be Satan." He added sarcastically looking at the ceiling like God was going to appear. But something was telling me since he was rolling his eyes at the notion of Satan that he wasn't exactly that religious. "What newspaper did you say you worked for?" He asked, now thinking we were nut jobs.

All of us exchanged glances, knowing we didn't remember which one we had initially said when we met him.

Dean cleared his throat and shifted. "World Weekly News."

"Weekly World News." Sam said with the same attitude he had had in the car.

"Well we used to post the news under World Weekly and then we had a name change…" I tried while Sam repeated Weekly World and Dean shook his head and replied he was new.

Roger looked at us angrily and pointed to the door. "Get out of my office."

I followed Dean and Sam out of the office and shook my head, seeing the small crucifix on the side wall of his office. I wonder if we should have pretended we were on a mission from God, although, that doesn't always go so well either.

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"So we need to get into the Autopsy room at Candler County Hospital?" I asked, sliding jeans on under my skirt and slipping the skirt down.

Dean nodded, slipping on a polo and taking my skirt and folding it to put in a duffel. "You wanna change your shirt too?" I looked down at the blouse, all of the annoying ruffles making my nose scrunch up. I nodded and Dean smirked, kissing my nose and turned into the trunk to grab a shirt. "Which one do you want?"

I shrugged, not really worrying about it. "You choose."

"You sure you want me to do that?" He asked, smiling widely and pulling out a lacey black lingerie top. My eyes widened and I tried pulling it from him before anyone in the parking lot saw him.

"Dean!" I screeched. "Give it!"

He laughed, pulling it out of my reach and making me collide against his chest to try and get it, which I'm sure he was more than enjoying. "Come on, if you would have put this on we wouldn't of had to pretend we were from World Weekly News."

"Weekly World, you dolt." I smiled as he looked down at me slightly offended at the name calling and grabbed the shirt while he was distracted.

"Save this for later." I said, putting it back in the duffel and pulling out a tight red t-shirt. I looked around the parking lot and made sure no one was around before I made the quick shirt change. Although, I'm sure all the people that had been out there had seen my lingerie anyways.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulders after I put the shirt on and packed the blouse away. "When later?"

I smiled and turned around, flipping my hair out from under my shirt. "Depends…"

"You two coming?" Sam asked, slamming the car door, making me jump in Dean's arms. I sighed, calming the butterflies and nodded.

"Yeah, coming." I pulled away from Dean and closed the trunk.

"You don't have to let him intimidate you like that." Dean said, watching Sam walk into the hospital without us.

"I'm not, I just feel bad."

"You're not doing anything wrong." Dean was frustrated and I was too. But he didn't understand that I saw Sam differently now. I felt like I had to tread carefully and not make him any angrier than he already was. I wanted him to eventually be like he was; God, it was like Dean all over again.

"I'm sorry." I said softly not really giving him an explanation that he wanted. He just shook his head and sighed, taking my hand and kissing it.

"Come on."

We headed into the hospital.

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It took forever to get to the Autopsy room. The nurse told all of us the wrong directions and of course the freakin elevators weren't working. We had to take the stairs the entire time. Up and down, down and down the hall to the left. It felt like the hospital was acres long and all we did was keep heading in circles. I was holding Dean's hand for most of the time and I could he was tensing up from being there for so long. All that hospitals reminded him of was his dad and I could tell that any longer was really going to start upsetting him.

"I'll ask someone at the desk okay?" I told him and he nodded, squeezing my hand and letting go.

I went to another desk and asked where the Autopsy room was and she told me it was on the third floor. I sighed and asked what the hell floor we were even on because I was so turned around that we could have been in a hospital in Africa for all I knew.

"Somehow, someway we ended up on the fifth floor and Autopsy is on third." I informed Sam and Dean and they both sighed and rolled their eyes as we headed to find the stairwell to take us down. "Sorry, guys."

Dean waved a hand at me, wrapping an arm around my waist and Sam muttered, to my surprise, an 'it's not your fault'. Dean squeezed the skin around my waist and I smiled lightly at him. He knew I was excited that Sam had actually said something to me and that it was nice. Maybe Dean was right and he just needed time to dial down.

"There it is." I said pointing down the hall as we exited the stairs. "Finally." We literally must have spent an hour and a half trying to find the damn place when it would have only taken us ten minutes if the elevators would have been working.

We ended up grabbing random doctor jackets from a room with the washing machine and slipped them on before we headed to the Autopsy room. I tried to push the thought out of my mind of why they needed to be washed in the first place. We turned the corner, not expecting anyone to be there, but there was an employee at his desk. Dean un-hooked himself from me and looked at his nametag. Which wasn't much help : J. Manners. J…what?

Dean cleared his throat and glanced at Sam. "John—" Way to just guess the first name that popped into your head.

"Jeff." He said confused.

Dean chuckled. "Jeff, I know that."

I remembered the millions of doctor's offices we passed on our expedition to the Autopsy room and tried to think of one close to this room. "Dr. Dorkin needs to see you in his office right away."

"But Dr. Dorkin's on vacation."

I hesitated and Dean picked up right on it. "Well, he's back. And he's pissed and he's screamin' for you, man, so if I were you, I would—" He whistled and motioned to the door and Jeff nodded, hurrying out.

Dean smiled at me as the door closed. "Way to go Dr. Dorkin."

I shrugged, slightly embarrassed. "It was the first name I could think of." Dean rolled his eyes affectionately and motioned to the compartments in the wall where the bodies were. "Hey, those Satanists in Florida –- they marked their victims, didn't they?"

Sam nodded, following us over to the main sliver table where, I'm guessing, most of the Autopsies took place. "Yeah, reverse pentacle on the forehead."

Dean handed us all latex gloves and I grimaced as I slid them onto my hands. Now my hands would never rid the smell of latex and hospitals. "So much F'ed up crap happens in Florida." He commented, putting his own on.

"Not everything is screwed up. Disney World is there." I smiled brightly at the both of them and they looked at me oddly. "What?" I asked as Dean chuckled.

"You like all that happy magic Mickey Mouse crap?"

I shrugged, clearing my throat. Thanks for the embarrassment Dean. "I don't know, kind of. When I was little my mom said that one day all of us would go." I chuckled sadly and Dean's face was no longer mocking me. "Obviously that never happened."

"Sorry." He said quietly and kissed my head. I shook him off and nodded. It was okay, I wasn't going to dwell on it. We opened one of the compartments and slid out the table inside. At least there wasn't a lot of blood but the smell of disinfectant and dead tissue was overwhelming. I gagged more from the smell than the sight of it. Which was ironic since it was a girls head in a plastic bin next to her body.

"Terrific." I muttered, burying my nose in the back of Dean's shoulder.

"All right." Dean said and grabbed me from behind him. "Open it."

I just looked at him and shoved him. "You open it."

Dean rolled his eyes and brought the bin over to the table. "Wuss." He muttered and I punched him on the arm.

"I heard that."

"Well if I hadn't of wanted you to hear it I would have said it quieter." He popped open the box and I grimaced at the poor girls head.

"Well, no pentagram." I said, bringing my hand up to my mouth, which was a big mistake and the latex made me gag.

Dean looked at Sam and me for a moment. "Maybe we should, uh, look in her mouth, see if this wacko stuffed anything down her throat."

"Are we in "Silence of the Lambs."?" I asked him and he frowned.

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead." Sam said pushing the basket towards Dean.

Dean pushed it right back. "No, you go ahead."

I rolled my eyes as the basket came in my direction. I looked at Sam and Dean. "Seriously?"

Dean smirked. "Put the lotion in the basket."

I shook my head at him. "Do you even know what that means?" I asked and I heard Sam smirk as Dean's face faltered. "Do I really have to do this?" I asked Dean, a whine sounding at the end of my last word. Dean nodded and I scoffed. Chivalry was dead as of that moment. "Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever."

I cleared my throat and sighed, slightly opening he girl's mouth. It wouldn't have been so bad if her mouth hadn't smelled like death and that my fingers were sliding around her cold, wet mouth. I grimaced. "Get me a bucket." I told one of them.

Dean was almost excited. "Find somethin'?"

I shook my head, disgusted. "No, I'm gonna puke." Dean rubbed my back for a moment as I took my hands out of her mouth. "There's nothing."

Dean was looking closely at her mouth. "Lift up her lip again."

"Do you want me to throw up on you?" I asked annoyingly, my stomach churning.

Dean gave me this odd look as if he was saying, 'why the hell would anyone ask that' and shook his head. "No, no, I think I saw somethin'." He lifted up the girl's lips instead and I leaned my head closer to what he was doing.

"Is that a hole?" Sam asked, noticing what Dean was doing. Dean pushed on the gums and a fang lowered from them. "It's a tooth."

"That's a fang. It's a retractable set of vampire fangs, you gotta be kiddin' me." I breathed.

"That changes things." Dean said slowly, putting the lid back on the bin and placed it back where we had found it.

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So apparently we had to drive to the closest bar. I wasn't really sure if we were driving there because everyone needed a drink or because the last vampires we came across were the loud/party/drinker types. For a smallish town, everything was spaced out. The mini mart was miles away from the motel and the Sherriff station was a million miles away from the hospital and so on and so forth. It was just taking us forever to get anywhere for some reason today and according to the map, we were an hour and a half away from one of the main bars.

I glanced at Dean, who was sitting in the backseat with me as Sam was driving. You could tell by the way the car jerked every so often that Sam wasn't too happy that he had to drive while Dean and I cuddled up in the back seat. It never seemed to bother him, but it did now. Its not like Dean and I were full on laying on each other either; we were just sitting next to each other. I mean his hand was absentmindedly rubbing my leg but other than that we weren't doing anything. But you could tell Sam was tense; I could see it in the back of his neck.

The worse part of it was Dean was falling asleep next to me. His eyes would gently flutter open and closed and every time the car jerked, Sam was being a real asshole with the brakes today, his eyes would shoot open and the grip on my leg would tighten.

I was not going to let Sam keep him awake. We hardly got any sleep when we were on a case and the more sleep Dean got now the less cranky and upset he'd be later. "You tired babe?" I asked him gently and he nodded, rubbing a hand over his face.

"How long till the bar?" He asked.

"About an hour and a half." Sam answered quietly.

Sam must have been tired too. "You gonna be able to drive that long?" I asked him. If he couldn't and wanted to sleep, I'd drive for a while. I wasn't that tired yet.

"Don't worry about me, Andy." Sam snapped and Dean sat up in his seat.

"Oh it has nothing to do with you." Dean replied just as angry and rubbed his eyes. "She's just making sure you don't wreck my damn car."

Dean was just making it worse. I had been worried about Sam but I couldn't add that now. The conversation was turned in the wrong direction and now anything I said would just be taken for the worse. I rolled my eyes; I really hated these two sometimes. Always had to fight about something, but I guess that was a result from small quarters and such. I mean, I fought with them too. It was like a daily ritual.

"Let's not do this okay?" I tried. "Everyone is tired and annoyed."

"Speak for yourself." Sam jerked the car, turning right and onto a small highway.

Dean gripped the seat and I crashed into him, not having enough time to brace for the turn. Dean was just plain pissed now. "You snap at her one more time Sam, I swear to God…"

"Don't Dean." I said pushing myself up from him and pulled him to lay back on the seat. "Come on."

It wasn't worth getting in a big fight over. Everyone was tired and just trying to take it out on someone else. That's all it was. I pulled Dean to lean against me and stroked the side of his head until I felt his eyes flutter close against my chest. I kissed his neck and the back of his head and finally felt his breathing even out in sleep.

"How far away are we?"

"Why are you asking me?" Sam asked.

I scoffed. "I don't know, maybe because you're driving."

"I don't know, half an hour." Wow. Time really flies when you're shouting.

The car was silent for a moment. The last words spoken lingering in the car. I felt tears grip my throat and I knew he heard them build up because he turned to look at me as the car stopped at a red light. He couldn't help himself, it's just who he was.

"You okay?" He asked so gently and quietly that I almost didn't hear him. If he hadn't been looking at me I don't think I would have known he asked.

I shook my head no as tears came down my cheeks. "I don't want you to be upset with me. I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't know."

He knew what the hell I was talking about. I didn't know he liked me and I felt horrible ever since I had found out. But what could I do? Love wasn't a light switch. I couldn't magically fall in love with him. I loved him as person and as my best friend. But not like Dean and the thing was I felt horrible for it. That I could never love him the same way.

I felt a sob built up in my chest but I held it in on account of Dean was sleeping against me. And that's all I would need was for Dean to wake up and find me crying and start shouting at Sam.

"I'm sorry." He said, for my tears if anything. It was the longest red light in history. "But I don't know if we can go back to the way we were."

I expected that. I just didn't want him to be so angry and upset. I wanted my friend back. Who knew my relationship with Dean would cost me my friendship with Sam.

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teeheee, had to add that part about Disney World since thats where i am on vacation :D please review!