A/N: Hey y'all just a disclaimer, I don't anything except my OCs, Rachel and Rylee(Lee)

VII

Dream On

Rachel gasped, jumping out of bed. She looked around: she was in the motel room, but the boys were nowhere to be found, and neither was Travis. Her wide eyes scanned the room wildly before suddenly a ragged pain ripped through her skull. Rachel yelped, clutching her head as she fell to the floor. And then it was gone. Rachel cautiously rose to her feet, confused. "What the hell?" she asked aloud. The last thing she remembered was helping Dean and Travis make weapons at the table, and the rest was just… blank. She shook her head, and suddenly groaned. "Damn it, Travis no," she cursed, fumbling for her phone, which had been nicely placed on the bedside table. The clock read 8:42. She knew the boys had to get to Montgomery's house as soon as possible, or Jack would turn by eating Travis' guts like spaghetti. She grimaced at the analogy. As she grabbed her phone, though, she paused, remembering her and Lee's last real conversation.

"But I don't think we should try and save anyone," Rachel finished.

"What?" Lee exclaimed, rising clumsily. Rachel looked up at her friend, confused. "What?"

"We can't just let people die, Rache!" Rachel shook her head. "No. Lee. I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no. We can't mess up this world!"

Lee scoffed incredulously, shocked at her normally caring friend's cold demeanor. "What ever happened to saving people, Rache? That's why you became a nurse! Are you really going to stand there and tell me that I can't try and save as many people as I can?"

"Lee. Listen to me—"

"Dude, No! I am not going to "Listen to you". I'm not going to sit by, and watch innocent people get killed when there was something I could have done about it. No, way Rache. Hell no."

"I don't know what to do," Rachel thought aloud. On the one hand, she could let Jack turn, and let Travis die in the worst way she could think of. But on the other hand, she had the power to save people. Save Travis, and Jack—he could live to raise his own child: to warn the kid before… and Rachel decided. "No." she let the phone drop onto the bed. "I can't take the chance that he might kill somebody because I let him live. And if Travis has to die for that, then so be it," She hardened her voice, but her chest squeezed. "I'm sorry," she whispered, plopping down onto the bed. "I have to do the right thing."

Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

"Hey, Bobby?!" Lee yelled across the house. "What?!" she heard the older hunter's muffled response. "Do you want cheese on your omelet?" He didn't respond. Lee sighed. "Okay, cheese it is, then." She dumped the whole bag onto the eggs before scraping them onto a plate. She walked through the house to where Bobby sat in the study. "Bon Appétit," she announced, sliding the plate of food in front of him. He looked up from the ancient book he'd been paging through and smiled quickly. She smirked and opened her mouth to say something smart when suddenly her phone rang. She raised her eyebrows. "Hold that thought," she muttered mostly to herself, not recognizing the number and clicking the answer call button. "Yeah?" she greeted.

"Lee? It's me," a voice answered, free of emotion.

"Rachel? What's going on?" Lee asked, worried.

"I, uh. I just, I woke up and Sam and Dean and Travis were gone, and—"

"Whoa whoa, Travis? Who the hell is Travis?" Lee interrupted.

"Travis is a hunter. He, uh. He dies. And, I… I couldn't…" Rachel broke off, inhaling sharply.

Dread washed through Lee. "Rachel what did you do?" she asked sharply.

"I couldn't save him," Rachel whispered blankly through the phone. Lee closed her eyes.

"It's my fault he's dead. I—I could have saved him…"

Lee shook her head. "No, Rachel. Don't blame this on yourself, okay? He—he would have died anyway." Rachel didn't answer. "Listen, I think you should come down here to Bobby's. I'll ride with the boys, okay? I'm sorry I got mad earlier."

Suddenly the phone disconnected. "Rache? Hello?" Lee checked the screen.

"What was all that about?" Bobby's voice sounded behind Lee, and she whirled around, startled.

"Oh, it's um." She paused. "Listen, I don't know any good way to say this, but… do you know a hunter named Travis?" Bobby narrowed his eyes. "I might—why?" he answered brusquely. "Well, he and the boys were on a hunt together, and… He… He didn't make it," she finished quietly. Bobby just nodded slowly, turning and walking back to his study. He shut the door behind him. Lee quickly dialed Dean's number. "Hello?" his gruff voice answered. "Dean, it's Lee. Where are you?" There was a pause. "Lee?" he asked. "Yeah. You know, Rylee?" she reminded. "Oh," was all he said. Rylee pinched the bridge of her nose, irritated. "Where are you guys? I'm coming to you." She asked. "Oh. Uh, Carthage. We're in Carthage, Missouri." "Okay, thanks," Lee responded before Dean hung up. She went upstairs to pack a duffle before heading into the study.

"Hey, Bobby? I need to borrow a car," she announced.

Transylvania Pennsylvania

3 weeks later

Lee switched off the radio, glancing over at her friend, who stared silently out of the passenger side window. Frowning, Lee focused her eyes reluctantly back on the car in front of them. They'd been trailing the Impala in an old Chevelle Bobby had let Lee take to go and meet up with the boys and Rachel. Lee was in love with the car—even though it was pretty worn in, she absolutely adored it, and she smiled to herself. "What are you all smiley about?" Rachel asked, smirking, and Lee glanced at her. "Oh, nothing—Just this awesome car. Plus, it doesn't get any more hunter-in-training than this. I mean, victim drained of blood, gnawed-on necks, and an eyewitness placing Count Dracula at the scene. Should be an easy takedown, don't you think?" she looked over at Rachel, who frowned. "Yeah, I guess." Rachel shrugged. Lee sighed, murmuring softly, "Rachel. I know it's hard, okay? But you are the one who said no saving." She adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. "So, no saving, I guess." She finished, scowling at Baby's bumper through the windshield. Rachel nodded silently, going back to stare out of the window. "It's not just that, though Lee. The world's ending. I kinda feel like this one random hunt is pointless," Rachel pointed out. Lee paused thoughtfully. "…Well…. We can't save the world today, so why not save some idiots?" She responded. "Yeah, I guess." Rachel nodded. "Plus, I mean…. Oktoberfest! Haven't you always wanted to go?! You should be ecstatic!" Lee excitedly shot her friend a sideways grin. Rachel stifled a smile. "…who says I'm not ecstatic?" she said, finally smiling. Lee laughed.

They got to the hotel in the middle of the night, and Lee and Dean went to go check the foursome in.

"So... Chevelle, huh? I would have pegged you for a Wrangler type of girl," Dean announced, smirking at Lee, who laughed.

"What?" he asked, smiling. Lee looked up at him, grinning as well. "I've got a classic Jeep back home," she admitted, shaking her head. "But that's only because I can't afford a '68 Chevelle!" she defended as he chuckled. "Really? What do you do, then? For a living, I mean," he asked curiously, holding open the door for her. "Thanks," she muttered. "And I own a pie shop, ironic as it is. We also serve coffee," she told him proudly. He looked down at her, eyes crinkling charmingly. "And how is that ironic?" He questioned softly. Lee's heart rate quickened. Damn, she thought. Then she quickly stepped backwards, stumbling. "It's, uh. It's… ironic, because you really like pie, and now I'm telling you this, which I never thought would happen, and… I don't know," she fumbled for words, before reaching the check in counter. She whirled around as the person behind the counter greeted them. "Hello! Will that be one room, then?" he asked, brown eyes looking between Dean and Lee as Dean stepped up beside Lee. "Do you and Rachel want your own room?" he asked, emerald eyes gazing down at her questioningly. "Oh, I don't care. Whatever works for you guys," she told him. "Well, in that case, we'll take one," he told the man behind the counter, and he smiled knowingly, handing him a key as Dean signed a false name onto the paper. They walked back to where Sam and Rachel stood talking.

"… I know! And then he just completely ignores the fact that she's saved him in practically every book!" She heard Lee exclaim, and Sam scoffed, nodding. They both straightened as Dean and Lee approached. Lee looked between the two of them suspiciously. "Were you two talking about books without me?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips, and Sam laughed. "Guilty as charged," he grunted, grabbing his bags and heading into the motel room. Lee scowled at Rachel, who shrugged casually.

"I feel…. So stupid," Lee complained as all four of them got out of the Impala. Rachel laughed. "You look great!" she promised, walking over to Lee and adjusting the ruffled sleeves of her shirt. Sam cleared his throat, loosening the tie of his "FBI" suit. "Alright, remember the plan. You two go waitress as wenches, and me and Sam go fed. Capiche?" Dean reminded them. "Yeah, yeah," Lee muttered, tugging her shirt up. "Alright," Sam said, and they all turned and walked in, greeted by bustling people and festive music.

"We still gotta go see the new "Raiders" movie," Dean told Sam.

"Saw it," the taller Winchester answered.

"Without me?" Dean asked.

Sam chuckled. "You were in Hell," he stated matter-of-factly.

"That's no excuse," Dean said, and Sam smirked at him.

"Big pretzel!" Dean announced, wandering off.

Lee whipped her head up. "Oh! Wait for me!" she exclaimed, skipping off after him.

Sam and Rachel chuckled, trailing after the other two, who handed them pretzels.

"Thanks, Lee," Rachel smiled around a mouthful of pretzel.

"Don't mention it," Lee grunted, chowing down.

"Guten tag," a very attractive blonde lady greeted Dean as she walked by.

"Guten tag yourself," He responded, raising his eyebrows and watching her walk by.

Lee rolled her eyes. "Rache, we'd better get to the diner," she said, tossing her half-eaten pretzel to Dean, who caught it gratefully. "Looks like that's our man," Sam said at the same time, and he and Dean headed toward the sheriff.

Lee and Rachel had been working for a few hours when the boys walked into the diner. Lee had been placed behind the bar, along with Jamie, the blonde from earlier. Jamie was just handing her some mugs of beer when Lee saw Sam and Dean approach. She rolled her eyes at them and headed to the table whose order she'd been getting. Rachel passed by her and stuck out her tongue. Lee rolled her eyes, setting down the mugs and smiling.

"Anything else I can get you?" she asked sweetly. The man at her table looked her up and down slowly, and Lee fought the urge to vomit. "I'll bet I can give a sweet little thing like you a real good tip," he drawled, reaching out to touch her. Rylee curled her lip in disgust, stepping backwards quickly. "Excuse me," she answered through clenched teeth as she stormed back to the bar. She got there just in time to hear Dean. "… One thing I don't play by—the rules," he pronounced, leaning towards Jamie. Lee laughed, squeezing behind Jamie to grab two more mugs. Jamie looked at her questioningly as Lee and Sam shared an amused look. "Okay, Maverick," Sam chuckled, grabbing Dean's arm. "Um. So, where can we find Mr. Brewer?" he asked Jamie, and she pointed to a table by the back corner.

Lee circled around to one of the tables in the far back of the diner, where one man sat. He'd been there all day, and he'd only ordered one cup of coffee. Unfortunately, they were running out of tables, and Lee was told to kick the guy out. She walked slowly over to the table, hesitating before she spoke. "Um… excuse me, sir, but… we're super busy, and you've got to order something else if you want to keep the table. I'm really sorry," she apologized, feeling incredibly guilty. The man was obviously homeless, with tattered clothing and dirty fingernails that wrapped around the empty coffee mug desperately. "Please… if I could just have a few more minutes?" he asked in a raspy voice, looking up at her with pleading eyes. Lee frowned. "Wait here," she told him, rushing back to the ordering window. "Hey, Steve, can I get back there for a few minutes?" she asked the cook. "Sure! Come on," he hustled her in. She smiled at him, slipping him a 20 dollar bill. "Can I get a burger and fries, please?" she asked. Steve pocketed the bill. "Coming right up," he smiled, and she thanked him.

A few moments later, she approached the table where the homeless man sat. "Here you go. Bon A petit," she declared, and he looked up at her worriedly. "But, miss, I can't pay for this," he began, but Lee held up a hand. "Nonsense, good sir! It's on the house," she smiled at him before turning to go. The man grabbed her wrist. "Miss!" he exclaimed. "Thank you. Really." He looked up at her with tears in his eyes. Lee frowned. "Really, it's no trouble, sir," she said as he tightened his grip. "Let go of me, please," she asked in a stern voice, and he let her go, mumbling an apology. Lee weaved through the diner to her next table, rubbing her wrist.

"They must be here following up on that murdered woman," one of the waitresses, Lucy, inferred to Rachel and Jamie, who'd been working the bar. "Whoa—murdered woman?" Rachel asked. "Yeah," Lucy answered. "Couple days ago, there was a murder. And Ed? He claims it was some vampire—that he saw the whole thing." "Poor guy. He might be weird, but he's not crazy," Jamie defended. Rachel nodded thoughtfully. "Oh come on. You're just saying that 'cause the guy has a crush on you and he tips you in $20s,"Lucy scoffed, staining a napkin with her lipstick. Rachel laughed, "I hope I get tipped that well today."

Lucy got called away, and Dean approached. "So! You got a beer back there for me?" He asked Jamie charmingly. Rachel watched with amused interest.

"I don't know, Agent Young. You off duty?" Jamie teased.

"And then some," Dean shot back.

She chuckled, and Rachel grimaced, going up to Dean as Jamie grabbed his drink. "Wow. That game, though," she sniggered. "What?" he asked defensively, and she just shook her head as she was called to a table.

Lee walked by Sam and Deans table in passing a little while later and heard Dean say, "…I have been re-hymenated!" She paused, grimacing and shaking her head violently. She looked back at them disgustedly. "God, I only ever hear the worst parts of conversations…" she muttered to herself. Sam walked by her, and she grabbed his arm. "Sam. Where are you going? …And without Dean?" she asked confusedly. Sam smiled. "Heading back to the motel to rest. Hey, what time do you girls' shifts end? I'll pick you up," he offered. "Ten o'clock," she answered, as she was called to a table. "Sorry, I…" she winced apologetically. "Go, go," Sam waved her away and he watched her walk off.

"Okay, so… we are staying on the case? I thought you said it wasn't weird enough," Rachel questioned the next morning.

"Yeah… that was before a man was torn to shreds last night, with a witness," Dean answered.

"Touché," she responded, as Lee walked out of the bathroom in her wench costume.

"Hey, lady," Rachel greeted her friend, who grumbled something under her breath.

"I thought you were kidding when you said she was a monster in the mornings," Sam teased, and Rachel laughed.

"Oooh no. She's awful," Rachel piped, chuckling harder when a pillow was tossed at her head.

"Are we going, or not?" Lee asked grumpily.

"What's the rush?" Dean asked, and Lee scowled at him.

"Yeah, well me and Rachel actually have to work… with that thing we have, called a job?" she snapped, storming out to the Chevelle.

Rachel sighed as she heard the engine start up, and watched Lee drive off. "Guess I'm riding with you guys," she announced.

"Hey. What'd the witness say?" Lee asked the boys when they came in to the diner around noon.

Sam sighed. "Nothing good. She claims it was an old-timey werewolf, and the coroner's report confirms wolf hair fibers were found on the body," he explained.

"Damn," Lee responded. "Wait, but… real weres don't grow wolf hairs, do they? I thought that was a myth?"

Dean shook his head. "That's exactly why this makes zero sense."

Lee frowned. "I've got no clue. You guys hungry?" she asked, and they ordered burgers and fries. She nodded, and went off to get the food.

When she dropped the food off at the table, she paused, turning to Dean. "BtDubbs, you're totally in with Jamie. I heard her talking to Lucy earlier," She shook her head. "God help us all," she added sarcastically, strutting off as Sam chuckled.

Rachel's shift ended at around 3, and Rylee had been stuck working until midnight. She and Jamie got off at the same time. Lee stepped out of the diner at around 12:30, only to find Jamie waiting outside. "Damn, it's cold," Lee exclaimed. Jamie turned, noticing her. "Yeah, it is," she agreed.

Lee nodded. "So… do you need a ride, or something…" she trailed off as her phone buzzed.

Sammy: another kill…. Apparently a mummy?! Can't pick you up, sorry. Can Rachel drive you?

"…aand apparently mine just canceled," she added.

"It's okay. I was supposed to meet someone, but, apparently he isn't gonna show," Jamie sighed. "His loss," she added, walking around the corner.

"Wait! You shouldn't be walking alone at night. Especially not with all these murders. Let me walk with you to your car," Lee insisted. Jamie nodded. "You're probably right. Thanks," she smiled.

"It's no problem," Lee told her.

Suddenly there was a flapping sound behind them, and they turned.

A tall man dressed in a Dracula getup stood there.

"Good evening," he greeted in a terrible Hungarian accent.

Lee stepped in front of Jamie. "Run," she told her, and Jamie left.

"Get lost, Douchebag," Lee told the man, who advanced quickly. "I have watched you for many nights from afar. My passion knows no bounds!" he exclaimed.

"Or not," Lee muttered, turning to run only to get shoved from behind. She hit the ground with an oof, and pushed herself up to face Count Dracula. He grabbed her by the neck, "Mina, you are the reincarnation of my beloved, and I must have you" He cried, and bit down, hard. Lee yelped, kicking him where the sun don't shine. He doubled over, gasping, "Mother Mary, son of a—". Lee ran.

"Jamie?!" Lee heard Dean call, and Lee rushed towards him.

"Lee? What the hell?" he exclaimed, taking in her bleeding neck and haggard appearance.

"…Dracula…" she gasped, and heard the man approach behind her. Lee turned.

"Son of a bitch," Dean said, looking the man up and down.

"You should not use such language in the presence of my bride," Dracula announced, and Dean pushed Lee behind him. Lee glared at the man with a look equal parts disgusted and confused.

"Okay," Dean sarcastically replied, before punching him in the face.

"Lee, run!" Dean exclaimed as Dracula rushed at him, trying to bite him.

"Crap," she muttered and she jumped onto Dracula's back, pulling him back. As he was being pulled backwards, Dracula's ear tore off into Dean's hand, and Lee was slammed into the wall, slumping to the ground. Dracula took off, and Dean sprinted after him. Lee panted heavily.

"You guys alright?" Sam asked as he entered the diner where Dean, Rachel and Lee sat. Rachel had arrived just after the whole commotion.

"Yeah, I think so," Dean said, looking at Lee, who nodded.

"Yep. Just a flesh wound," she confirmed, removing the towel from her neck to show to Sam.

He sat on the bench next to her, examining it. "You'll be okay," he agreed.

"I texted Jamie… told her that the guy left, and was just some drunk dressed up for the fest." Lee explained.

Sam nodded. "Good thinking."

"I think I know what's going on," Dean announced.

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Part of it, at least," he joked as Sam unwrapped the ear Dean had rolled in a towel.

"Uh, the ear part?" Sam asked.

Lee and Rachel grimaced.

"I swear, I'm gonna murder him," Rachel swore.

Lee rolled her eyes. "Okay calm down, Dirty Harry," she sarcastically replied.

"Says the chick who leapt onto the Count's back," Dean snapped. "What the Hell were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed!"

Lee pursed her lips, not saying anything.

"Wait…" Sam grimaced, feeling the ear.

"Feel familiar to you?" Dean asked.

"Oh, man," Sam groaned.

"Yep. Skin of a shapeshifter. Just like St. Louis, just like Milwaukee, 'course this one's whole buckets of crazy." Dean confirmed, and realization pinged in Lee's head.

"Crap. Of course, now I remember." She rubbed her temples, pressing the towel harder against her neck.

Sam and Dean looked over at her questioningly.

She sighed. "He's a fake, obviously. If you look at that stupid pendant Dean pulled off the guy you'll see it's part of a costume."

Sam examined it, grunting.

"Yeah. All three monsters—the, uh Dracula, wolfman, the mummy? All the same critter. Which means we need to catch this freak before he creature-from-the-black-lagoon's somebody." Dean explained, taking a swig of his beer.

"Okay the stagecraft, the costuming—it's like he's trying to reenact his favorite monster movie moments. Right down to the bloody murders."

Lee lifted her gaze to rest on Sam. "Wait a second, He called me Mina," she said.

"Mina?" Sam asked.

Dean perked up, pointing a quick finger at Lee. "Yeah, that's what he called Lee, and he called me Mr. Harker," Dean told him.

"Jonathan Harker?" Sam asked, smirking.

Rachel laughed at Dean's oblivion. "They're characters from the books and films." Rachel said.

"Yeah, Mina, Dracula's intended bride, Harker, the fiancée that stands in the way." Sam finished.

"It seems like he's fixating on you, like he sees you as his bride." Sam told Lee, looking at her thoughtfully.

"Well. That's just peachy," she muttered sarcastically, grabbing Dean's beer and taking a swig.

"But to fixate on you, my guess is that the shifter has to have seen you before, or been around you." Sam finished.

"Lee, has anybody strange come into the diner? You know, someone who's taken a specific notice of you?"

"Dude, I don't know! I work at a bar at Oktoberfest! I mean there was this one super creepy dude, but I'm pretty sure he just wanted to feel me up in an abandoned parking lot while I protested, you know?" she grimaced, shuddering.

"Ew, what?!" Rachel exclaimed. Lee grunted.

"Don't even get me started on the creepy homeless dude who made me feel bad for him so that I'd give him a free meal, then left me a fifty dollar tip…. Oh," Lee winced.

"Name." Dean told her.

"I don't know. I think his name was Ed. He comes in all the time, started tipping me awesomely ever since then…. Actually, this girl at the bar, Lucy. She told me he worked at the old theatre as a projectionist…. If that ain't our guy, I don't know who is," she finished excitedly, grabbing her jacket and standing as Dean pointed to the exit, motioning for Sam to go get the guy.

"You'll take care of Mina?" he asked, and Dean said, "Yep."

"Wait! No, I'm going with you to get this son of a bitch. He bit my neck!" Lee demanded, glaring at Sam.

Dean looked like he was going to protest before he just shook his head. "Go get 'em, Mina," he smirked.

"My name's not Mina!" she shouted, running after Sam.

Rachel and Dean watched them go.

"So…. How do you kill a shifter, again?" Rachel asked.

Dean sipped his scotch. "Silver," he responded, looking at her curiously.

"Hey, how you holdin' up?" He asked.

"Me? I'm fine! Why?" Rachel responded, surprised.

"Well, you know, the whole thrown into this world of hunting evil and constant danger thing can't be the easiest pill to swallow," he retorted.

Rachel shrugged. "Well, I guess this is the part where I whine about how unfair it is and how 'all those years of medical school was pointless,' but… I don't know." She gazed at him thoughtfully.

"I, uh, I think I know what you mean. I used to start thinking that way, you know, but that was before… well, we'll call it my 'near death experience'…. Very near," he added.

"You went to Hell, Dean. I think it's safe to say that you died."

Dean grunted. "Well, when I came to, things were different—my life's been different. I realize that I help people. Not just help people, though, I save them," he gestured outward with his hands.

Rachel nodded slightly.

"I gotta say, it's awesome. It's kinda like a gift, you know? Like a mission. Kinda like a mission from God." He finished, glancing down.

Rachel was quiet for a moment. But as soon as she opened her mouth to say something, the lights suddenly flicked on, and she and Dean both started, looking over at the bar, where Lucy stood.

"Holy crap—Rachel? Guys, I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you two would be here."

Rachel squinted at her, suspicious. Something wasn't right.

"What are you doing here so late, Lucy?" she asked.

"You know what? I just came to borrow a bottle—I've kinda got something going back at my… anyways you guys look really busy so I'm just gonna get out of your hair," she finished quickly.

Dean and Rachel looked at each other.

"Oh!"

"Sweetheart, it's not like that—"

Rachel and Dean said at the same time, interrupting each other.

"If you want, you could stay," Rachel offered.

…

"That's so awful. I hope that Lee's okay!" Lucy exclaimed, pressing her lips into her napkin to make a lipstick print.

"Oh, no—she's just fine…" Rachel slurred. Dean looked at her worriedly. She'd only tossed back one scotch, but maybe she couldn't hold her liquor?

"Rache?" he asked, placing a hand on her back as she stared down at her glass.

Rachel's head spun, and she grabbed onto Dean's shoulder. He looked at her anxiously as his vision began to swim.

"Shifter…" she slurred, and his eyes widened as he reared back to punch Lucy in the face. He scrambled over Rachel, who managed to get out a few undistinguishable words before passing out.

"It's you, isn't it?" Dean demanded of Lucy, who was on the ground. She looked up, pushing her deformed bones into place before Dean reared his leg back to kick her.

"Oh, damn it," Dean exclaimed, face screwed in pain as his head pounded. "What did you put in our drinks?!" he broke one of the bottles, pointing at Lucy like a weapon.

"That's alright… I'll skin you myself," he slurred slightly, before he blacked out, falling to the ground.

…

"…well, that was super awkward. I'm sorry, Sammy… I could've sworn that dude was our guy." Lee apologized as she and Sam entered the diner. "yeah, well, it would have been nice for you to realize that before I tried to rip a poor guy's ear off," he muttered. Lee winced, and they both stopped short as they realized the diner was empty. Sam pulled his phone out, dialing Dean's number. "Dean, hey, listen. Ed is not our guy. Um, I'm guessing you and Rachel headed back to the motel, so just give me a call, okay?"

"Sam?!" Lee exclaimed from the other side of the diner, and he ran towards her.

"Lee? What's wrong?" he asked.

"Look," she said, pointing to the bottle of alcohol on the ground, and the lipstick-stained napkin.

"Lucy," he breathed in realization.

"Son of a bitch," Lee mumbled.

…

Sam carefully picked the lock, as Lee paced. "oh, for the love of god, would you please hurry up?" she whispered, annoyed. Sam exhaled as the lock clicked, and he pushed the door open, turning to raise his eyebrows at Lee, who rolled her eyes.

"Stay behind me," he ordered, and he pulled out his gun. Lee pulled out her silver dagger.

They made their way through the mazelike house until finally they reached a strange, Victorian-style decorated room, where Dean lay, strapped to a table, wearing some sort of old-fashioned costume.

"Oh, thank god. Just in the nick of time. That guy was about to Frankenstein me," he breathed as Sam unlatched him.

"Hey there, handsome," Sam mocked as he took in Dean's new wardrobe.

"Shut up!" Dean exclaimed,

"Where's Rachel?" Lee asked. The brothers silently walked to the adjoining door.

"Got it," Lee whispered to herself, following.

Sam comically kicked down the prop door, and they all made their way quickly through the dank hall. Sam went in first, and his entrance was soon followed by a loud crash and an inaudible yell. Dean hurried in, and Lee followed.

"And you, Harker, now you die," Lee walked in on Dracula exclaiming, whilst punching Dean. Dean kneed him in the stomach, shoving him back. "How 'bout now you shut the Hell up?" he asked. Lee noticed Rachel laying unconscious on the bed, in a white satin dress. She snaked around the fight to her friend. Lee checked Rachel's pulse quickly, seeing that it was steady before leaping over the bed and grabbing Sam's gun. She swung it up and fired just as Dracula went for Dean's firearm. Dracula took two to the back, and turned, shocked. "Silver?" he asked, looking betrayed. "Looks like I turned out to be Van Helsing, Bitch," she huffed, and before he could say anything else, she shot him a third time, through the heart. He collapsed onto the ground. Lee sat down heavily on the bed, exhaling.

…

They spent an extra day in town for a break, and to 'enjoy the festivities,' as Dean put it. The next day they went back to the diner to collect Rachel and Lee's paychecks. Dean and Lee skipped off to the diner as Rachel and Sam hung behind. "So! that was a pretty crazy hunt," Rachel offered as she and Sam slowly walked beside each other. "Yeah, crazy," he scoffed. Rachel nodded, then suddenly stopped. Sam looked back, surprised. "Is… anything going on between you and Lee?" Rachel asked, looking up at him. He tilted his head. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean, Lee is—whenever you two look at each other, there's this… connection. I don't really know how to explain it, but it's there," she fumbled for words.

"I don't know," Sam shrugged. "I haven't really paid much attention to it, but…"

"Hey! So, I got our pay… we can officially afford two movie tickets with these tips," Lee chuckled, walking up to them. She looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting?" she bit her lip.

"No, no, it's fine," Rache grinned, snatching her check. Lee turned to Sam.

"Your brother ran into Jaime—they're smooching up a storm… please go stop them," she hinted at him, and he laughed, walking in the direction she pushed him towards.

"Lee, I gotta talk to you," Rachel grabbed her friend's elbow, pulling Lee's attention away from Sam's retreating form.

"You are seriously swooning," Rachel joked.

"Can you blame me? These brothers are fine as wine!" Lee exclaimed.

The girls laughed.

Rachel's smile faded.

"I, uh, I have to tell you something," she lapsed into seriousness. Lee glanced at her anxiously.

"What? What is it?"

"It's about that night, with Travis…"

Lee put a hand up to stop her. "Rachel, we've already been over this. Travis' death was not your fault. You can't blame yourself."

"It's not that… it's.. the angels." Rachel began.

"What about the angels?" Lee asked warily.

"the reason I wasn't there to help them with the rougarou, was because Cas showed up, out of nowhere. He asked me why I was here—why we are here, and then—"

"Alright! Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Sam, you're riding with Rachel—I am not putting up with your gassiness." Dean interjected loudly.

Sam rolled his eyes, and Lee gave Rachel a look that said we'll finish this conversation later, and they hit the road, thoughts about angels swirling through Lee's mind as Dean cranked up the volume on the radio.

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