They were a lot closer than before, the man sliding his hand up her denim clad leg. He seemed to be interested in her, however, her expression was annoyed. The man began to lean in for a kiss when she said something that he reacted very well to. He helped her off of the pool table and led her out of the bar, but not before Dean caught a glimpse of a layer of pointed teeth over his normal ones. 'Shit.'
"I'll be right back," Dean muttered to Sam before following Mace and the vampire, pulling a knife from one of the various pockets on his person.
He was met with sounds of struggling in the alley way next to the bar, but he froze once he turned the corner.
Mace and the vampire were engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and from the looks of things, she was winning. Something flashed in the moonlight and Dean realized that Mace had a machete in her hand. Well...did.
The vampire managed to knock the blade from her grip, sending it skidding across the asphalt towards Dean. The hunter stopped the machete with his boot then picked it up shouting, "Hey, Edward!"
Two pairs of eyes turned to the intruder who was flipping the machete in his hands. The vampire released Mace's shirt, sending her to the pavement below.
The vampire charged Dean, but the hunter swung the machete, effectively slicing the monster's head off.
Mace stood, glaring at the intruder who tossed the machete to her. She caught the handle easily then cleaned the vampire's blood off of the blade.
"You're welcome," Dean called.
She ignored him, walking towards a dumpster in the alley, and hiding her weapon in the shadows. Then she headed for Dean, but she bent down and grabbed the vampire's feet to drag him to the dumpster. "A little help," she snapped, "since you're so intent on assisting me."
Dean was offended. "I'm sorry. I thought I just saved your ass!" But he helped her put the vampire's pieces into the dumpster.
"I had it handled." Mace grabbed a piece of trash, lit it on fire with a lighter she had pulled from her pocket, then tossed the flickering paper into the dumpster, igniting the contents.
"I'm Dean." Dean held out his hand.
Mace just stared at him, annoyed. "I know. But I work alone."
"Yeah. I kinda got that, but I was trying to be nice."
"Really?" She sounded sort of impressed. "You? Trying to be nice?"
"Do we know each other?"
"Nope." With that, Mace turned and left Dean alone in the alley with a burning dumpster.
"What a bitch," he muttered.