"You're sure this is where they went?" Dean asks, peeking around the corner of the alley and pulling out the wooden stake hidden under his jacket.
"Yeah, I saw them go through that sketchy door," Sam replies, pulling out his own wooden stake. "If you hadn't been staring at the pizza in the window of the restaurant, you would've noticed."
"I'm hungry!" Dean says defensively, checking his watch and rolling his eyes. "These creepy Amish dudes have been walking around since like six o'clock, and now it's almost midnight."
Sam ignores Dean's whining and walks tentatively down the alley, keeping his back to the wall and his eyes on the door. Dean follows and looks back to the street to make sure they're not being followed. Sam motions to Dean to stand on one side of the door while Sam stands on the other, and Dean peers through the crack of the slightly open door.
"Son of a bitch, these sick bastards are vampires," Dean says, a look of half wonder and half disgust coloring his face.
"How do you know?" Sam asks, unable to see the carnage inside the blood den.
"Dude, those Amish guys are ripping people apart, and that Officer Bishop is just watching," Dean says, wincing as a spurt of blood from one of the women colors the ceiling crimson.
"Okay," Sam sighs, leaning his head back on the wall to think. "So what's the plan?" he finally asks, looking at Dean, who is still transfixed by the horror before him.
"I don't know, Sam, why don't we just barge in and –" Dean whispers, holding a finger up to his lips when he hears the men talking within, and the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Dean quickly motions for Sam to hide behind a dumpster while he darts around the corner at the end of the alley, wooden stake at the ready.
"…glad you enjoyed yourselves," Bishop croons quietly, following the now blood drenched Amish vampires out into the alley, two other vampires in tow. "Will you be needing anything else this evening, gentlemen?"
"We would like to discuss some more business back at the funeral home," the tall Amish one replies, turning and starting back down the alley with the others.
Sam shoots Dean a nervous look as the Amish vampires pass by him, and Dean mouths 'wait' and holds up his hand to calm his brother. The hunters hear Bishop and a dark-haired vampire having a whispered argument before Bishop and the tall red-haired vampire follow the Amish guys down the alley, leaving the dark-haired vampire alone and frustrated.
"Ugh, why do I do this to myself?" he asks to the empty alley, pacing back and forth as Sam and Dean shift nervously in their hiding places. Finally, the dark-haired vampire begins to walk dejectedly back to the street, and Dean quietly creeps over to crouch behind the dumpster with Sam.
"Okay, so that was weird," Dean says, peeking out to make sure the vampire hadn't heard them.
"Yeah, totally," Sam replies, breathing a sigh of relief. "So I'll follow the Amish guys and Bishop, and you follow that other guy. He doesn't seem too happy with Bishop, so maybe we could use him."
Dean nods at Sam's logic and stands up, replacing the wooden stake in his jacket and pointing in the direction that Bishop and the Dutch went. "You follow Bishop and those Amish dudes, and I'll follow the other guy. We'll meet back up at the motel in three hours, got it?" Dean asks, touching Sam on the shoulder.
"Got it," Sam replies, replacing his wooden stake and walking after Bishop and the others. He stops when he feels Dean's eyes on his back, and turns to see his big brother looking worriedly at him. "I'll be careful. I promise," Sam says genuinely.
"I know," Dean replies, holding his brothers' gaze for a moment before turning to follow the dark-haired vampire.
Dean found Sam sitting at the small table in the motel room around five o'clock the next morning, drinking coffee and typing away at his computer. The older hunter flung his wooden stake and his jacket on the closest bed and kicked off his shoes, sitting heavily at the end of the bed.
"What've we got?" Dean asks, his voice thick with fatigue and hunger.
"Well, it looks like these vampires have a funeral home as their home base," Sam begins, closing his laptop and turning to face his weary brother.
"Ironic," Dean chuckles as he flops back on the bed. "I'm still listening," he says, more groggily than before.
"Right," Sam says sarcastically. "Well, I didn't find out much else, other than the fact that those Amish guys are called 'the Dutch,' and they're pretty much in charge of all the vampires in Boston. But, they only come around every few decades to check on things, and Bishop runs things while they're gone."
"So Bishop is King Vampire," Dean says in deadpan, matter-of-fact tone.
"Yeah, pretty much," Sam says, taking another drink of his coffee. "What'd you find out?"
Dean sits up and sighs, rubbing his hands over his face to clear his head. "Well, his name's Aidan, and he lives with this chick, Sally, and another guy, Josh, who's kind of a wet blanket. Kind of like someone else I know…" Dean says, looking at Sam intently and trying to telepathically convey his hunger.
"Oh, right, food. Okay, let's go eat, and then we'll tail this Aidan guy and talk to him, see he'll give us dirt on Bishop," Sam says, grabbing his coat and standing up from the table.
"Finally," Dean mutters, throwing on his jacket, stepping into his shoes without bothering to tie them, and roughly grabbing the keys from Sam. "I pick the place," Dean says over his shoulder, "and I want pizza, dammit."