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I'll be picking up from the second half of Monster Movie.

Chapter name borrowed from Iced Earth.

On with it, shall we?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN- THE WHOLE ALBUM HORROR SHOW

I'm not too keen on going on a regular hunt- we have the Apocalypse to deal with.

And Lucifer.

A chill crawls up my spine as I think of my jailor.

Will I be able to face him?

I don't think so.

But Dean insisted, and I don't have the heart to deny him.

Neither does Sam, I think.

Something has changed about him- I can sense it.

I don't know whether it's because of my heightened powers, or simply just my intuition.

Sam is different...darker, somehow.

But then again, who am I to judge?

The person I am now, and the person I was a year ago are two very different people.

The Odette of last year is not as guilty as I am.

She didn't have blood on her hands.

I do.

Neither was she so broken.

Dean eyes me calculatingly as we walk down the dark alleyway.

I see no sign of the vampire.

Or is it a werewolf, now?

I try not to think of how much simpler it would be if Cas were here.

Leave alone the case, I ache to see him.

And I ache even more, because I know I can't.

Not after what's he done.

Not when I love him.

This is the time the Dracula-impostor decides to make an appearance.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean roars.

My mouth pops open as Dracula speaks in an affected, Transylvanian accent.

"You should not use such language in the presence of my bride."

Bride? I think wordlessly.

That's when Dracula knocks me out before I have a chance to defend myself.

Everything disappears.

"Mina is mine," I hear him drawl.

~Supernatural~

I find myself prostrate on a bed.

"You're awake," Dracula notes.

He gestures to a white satin dress hanging by the bed.

"The gown-it suits your beauty. Please, put it on."

I decide to bide my time.

"Where am I? I ask sharply. "What have you done with Dean?"

Dracula's face sours.

"Harker is resting elsewhere. Please, put the gown on and you may dine. We are having pizza."

"What?"

I blink at him.

"What is wrong with you? Mina doesn't exist, okay? My name is Odette!"

Dracula grits his teeth.

"Put on the gown."

I don't have the patience for this.

"I don't want to play your stupid game, okay?" I hiss.

"Put on the gown!" Dracula yells.

...

I look ridiculous- like a girl out of a fairytale, but I decide to play along.

I know what he is now.

A shapeshifter.

That explains how Dean was able to rip off his ear.

Dracula lowers his voice.

"I-I scared you."

"You were the only one I don't want to scare."

He turns to see me.

"I used to love the movies-but you are far more beautiful than all the other Mina's."

I roll my eyes.

"They aren't real."

"You can't make them real," I stress.

"Real is being born this way," Dracula retorts.

"Different. Real is having your dad call you monster-it's the first time you hear the word."

He turns away from me again.

"And he tries to beat you to death with a shovel. Everywhere I ran, everywhere I tried to hide, people found me, dragged me. Called me freak, called me monster."

"Then I found them," Dracula whispers, pupils dilated.

"The great monsters. In their movies, they were strong, feared. They were beautiful."

"Commanding," And his accent comes out stronger.

"Terrifying.

"Lonely," I add softly.

"I was lonely," Dracula admits, fingering his cape.

"Now I-I have you."

Pity shakes me as I look at him.

I know a thing or two about being a monster-about what it costs.

Something rustles outside the room.

"Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"Dean!" I call.

"Dean!"

Dracula knocks me out again.

~Supernatural~

I wake up to an extremely fake Hungarian accent.

"You will never be Van Helsing!"

I muffle a groan.

Monsters are one thing.

Crazy monsters are a whole different ballgame.

Dracula throws Sam through the wall.

"And you, Harker, now you die!"

Dracula throws Dean to the ground, about to finish him off.

I pick up the gun and shoot.

"Silver?"

Dracula turns around to see me holding the gun.

"It was beauty that killed the beast."

He staggers, lurching to and fro, until he finally slumps on the ground.

I shove him away from me, conscious of Dean and Sam's eyes on me.

This, in actuality, is my first kill.

"Every monster movie ends the same way," I tell Dracula's dead body.

"And yours just got over."