Live Free or Twihard Part 1

Dean stood next to the Impala, talking to Lisa on the phone.

"Hey—so, uh, I'm actually not far," Dean said. "I'm about a night's drive."

"Yeah?" Lisa said over the phone, hope lacing her voice. "So, ya think…?"

"Well, there's some stuff I gotta do here first." Dean sighed.

"Of course," Lisa replied.

"But I was thinkin' that, uh, I'll wrap up here, and, y'know, make sure I'm not followed…" Dean started. "I'll have to take side streets, and I'd have to come at night-

"Will you just shut up and get your ass home?" Lisa interrupted happily. "I can't wait to see you. This phone thing's getting old."

Dean smiled. "Yeah."

"Well, call us when you're close." She said. "And be careful."

"Course." He replied before hanging up. "Hey." He said as Sam and Angela approached.

"What're you so stoked about?" Sam raised a brow.

"What?" Dean asked. "Nothin'. Whattya got?"

Angela handed over a pile of missing person fliers, which Dean leafed through. "Six girls in seven days, which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year—all about the same age," Angela explained.

"And cute," Dean said, causing Sam to scoff. "Hey, ice cream comes in lots of flavors, Sam."

"Right. Sure." Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. Sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?"

"Well…six directions to go here," Dean replied. "Pick a number."

"Seven." Angela corrected. "Another call just came in today."

The three of them got into the Impala.

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The Impala drove down the road.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela were speaking to Kristin's father.

"Kristin's a good kid." The man said. "A little naïve, sure…you try to be a good parent. Girls are hard."

"Right." Sam nodded. "Well, we'd just like to find your daughter."

The man paused. "Last door on the left."

Angela glanced upstairs. "Thanks."

Sam, Dean, and Angela went upstairs. Sam gave a quick glance back to the father.

"Whaddya think he was talking about?" Dean asked quietly.

"Drugs?" Sam suggested.

Dean shrugged. They entered Kristin's room and Dean flipped on the light. The walls were painted red and covered with vampire posters. Vampire and gothic accessories were everywhere—there were even vampire pillows on the bed.

"Oh, it is so much worse," Dean said, looking around.

One 'Twilight'-esque poster read 'My Summer Blood'.

Sam snorted. "Vampires?"

Dean shook his head. "Ah, these aren't vampires, these…these are douchebags."

"Yeah." Angela agreed. "Also, what's so sexy about a vamp?" She scoffed.

They all glanced around the room.

"Wow." Dean shook his head.

"Hm." Sam went to the bed and started flipping back the covers. He looked under a pillow and found a red laptop. "Aha. Alright." He moved over to her desk. "Let's see what we can see. Alright."

He turned on the laptop; it made a screaming noise and a picture of an intense-looking fake vampire popped up. The three hunters flinched.

"Th-that's just…uncomfortable," Sam said.

"What's he so bummed out about?" Angela asked.

Sam started pressing keys; a password prompt popped up. Dean looked down and saw a paperback book on the desk, entitled 'My Summer Blood'. The cover illustration was a teenage girl in a white nightgown, asleep on a bed, while a pale-skinned, handsome male vampire stood next to the open, moonlight-soaked window, staring down at her.

"Look at this," Dean said. "He's watching her sleep. How is that not rapey?"

"I gotta concentrate here, Dean," Sam replied.

Dean showed Angela the cover, causing her to contort her face in disgust. Dean started flipping through the pages. Sam tried the password 'DRACULA'. The laptop made the screaming noise again.

"He could hear the blood rushing inside her, almost taste it." Dean read. "He tried desperately to control himself…" he continued as Sam tried another password, and the laptop screamed at him again. "Romero knew their love was impossible," Dean added. He frowned. "Romero? Really?"

"Dean. Shut up." Sam sighed.

"This is a national bestseller. How is that possible?" Dean continued ranting. He picked up one of the vampire pillows. Sam tried yet another password that failed. "Hey, try, uh…" Dean thought for a moment. "Lautner."

Sam typed it in. "Wait—he's a werewolf."

"More importantly, how do you even know who that is, Dean?" Angela asked.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean scoffed. "That kid's everywhere. It's a freakin' nightmare."

The laptop rejected this password as well. Sam started to get frustrated; Dean mouthed 'wow' as he chucked the pillow back onto the bed.

"Hey, how many T's are there in Pattins—Sam started as he entered the password. The computer accepted it. "That's it. We're in! Ha!" he said victoriously as he started looking through a Facebook-style page. "Alright."

"Well?" Angela raised a brow.

"Well, her inbox is full, from some guy claiming to be a vampire," Sam replied.

"A real vampire?" Dean raised a brow.

"Well, uh… 'I can only meet you at night…I don't trust myself with you…the call of your blood is too strong…'" Sam read. "Vampires fishing for victims?"

"Probably just a human mouth-breather, right?" Dean asked.

"On the other hand—talk about easy prey." Angela sighed.

"For actual vamps." Dean nodded.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I mean, these chicks are just throwing themselves at you. All you gotta do is…I dunno. Write bad poetry."

"Huh," Dean muttered.

"Wow." Sam's brows shot up. "This guy wanted to meet her at a place called The Black Rose."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Gimme a break…"

"Just reporting the news." Sam shrugged.

"It's probably just your standard-issue perv, right?" Dean asked.

Sam closed the laptop.

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Sam was next to the Impala, talking to Samuel on his cell. Dean and Angela approached and loaded gear into the car.

"Okay," Sam said. "So now, you're sure it's vampires? A hundred percent?"

"Definitely," Samuel replied over the phone. "We got a pattern now. Kids go missing, blood bank van gets jumped. This is the fourth town. The clincher is, this last hit? The driver was found, throat ripped out."

"Okay." Sam nodded. "They grab kids, that's food, right? But if they already got a bunch of walking, talking juice bars…why bother with the bloodmobile? It doesn't add up."

"Find the nest," Samuel demanded. "Figure it out."

Sam sighed and hung up.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela sat at a table in The Black Rose.

"Well, we've hit Ground Zero for emo chicks…" Dean mumbled. A waitress in a rubber suit came over to give them their drinks. "Thank you," Dean said before the woman walked away. "You think she wears all that rubber to the beach?" Dean asked.

"Sounds like that would be uncomfortable," Angela replied as she sipped her drink.

Sam was canvassing the bar, not paying attention to the conversation.

"When was the last time the three of us had a beer together, anyway?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "There." He said. They studied a teenage boy in a black coat and dog collar talking with a teenage girl. "Whaddya think?" Sam looked at Dean and Angela. "He's hittin' on her hard enough. Real?"

"I dunno." Dean shrugged. "It's hard to tell."

Angela looked around the room and saw two other young men talking with girls. "Hey, we got multiple choice." She nodded.

"Okay." Sam nodded. "Three of them and three of us." He shrugged.

The three hunters watched as one of the men kissed the other guy.

Dean blinked a few times, processing it. "Okay. Make that two of them."

Sam saw the teenage boy with the dog collar move to escort his new friend outside. "One's on the move," Sam said.

The other man they had their eye on left the room as well.

"Alright," Dean said. "You two go with Efron, I got Bieber."

They parted ways. Sam and Angela followed the older of the two guys down into the lower level of the bar, and finally into the basement. Something seemed…off. The vampire they were following was hiding behind the door, and sprung at them, fangs out. In one swift motion, Sam decapitated him with his machete. The body fell. Sam wasn't rattled a bit. Angela's brows furrowed together as she watched the event occur. Something was wrong with Sam, she just knew it.

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The teenage boy and girl ran into the alley, giggling.

"Are you sure, baby?" the boy smirked. "Are you ready to join me in eternity?" he asked as he pressed her up against the door and started kissing her neck.

"Oh my God, totally." She breathed.

He was about to take a bit when Dean grabbed him from behind and threw him back.

"Hey!" the boy yelled.

Dean looked at the girl. "Go—get outta here!"

"Wait, what…" the boy started babbling a bit as Dean slammed him against the dumpster. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Open your mouth!" Dean demanded. The boy obeyed, revealing two fangs on his canine teeth. Dean looked disgusted. "Take those out. Take 'em out!" Dean snapped. "Oh, for the love of…what're you, twelve?" he asked as the boy took them out. Dean took a closer look. "Are you wearing glitter?"

"I only do it to get laid, man!" the boy defended.

Dean was suddenly interested. "Does it work?" he asked curiously. The boy shrugged and nodded slightly. "I'll be damned," Dean muttered. "Alright, mmmbop your way outta here. Go, go! And use a condom!" he said as the boy ran off. Dean started to walk away.

"You're pretty…" a gruff voice said.

Dean turned and found himself face-to-face with Boris. "I'm sorry?"

"I said…you're pretty," Boris smirked.

"Yeah, sorry again, pal," Dean replied. "I don't play for your team."

Boris grabbed Dean and launched him into the air. Dean landed on the dumpster, hard, and rolled off into a pile of garbage bags. He took a few moments to recover, his vision blurry. As Boris approached him, Dean, dazed, grabbed hold of a large pipe and took a swing at Boris, who ducked the attack easily. He soon had Dean pinned against the dumpster and began punching him into submission. Sam and Angela walked into the alley. Sam quickly surveyed the situation and ran a few steps. Angela started walking ahead of him. Suddenly, Sam stopped, fascinated. He grabbed Angela's wrist tightly, preventing her from moving forward. Angela looked back at Sam and struggled against his grip. His hand only tightened around her wrist. Boris by now had Dean completely at his mercy. He pinned Dean with his right arm, just below his throat; Boris then brought his left wrist up to his fangs and bit. Dean was helpless, unable to move; Boris smeared his blood over Dean's mouth. Dean made a guttural noise in protest but couldn't defend himself. A corner of Sam's mouth twitched up into a little smirk, and Angela stared at him, terrified. After he was sure that Dean had swallowed some of Boris' blood, Sam let go of Angela and pulled out his machete.

"No!" Sam yelled.

"Dean!" Angela cried.

Sam rushed towards Boris, who released Dean; who collapsed onto the ground. Angela ran towards Dean and knelt down next to him. Sam and Boris stopped and sized one another up for a second. Sam made a few slashes with the machete, which Boris quickly evaded. He laughed and made a 'bye-bye' wave before running away and climbing up the wall and escaping. Dean lied on the ground next to the dumpster, panting, blood all over his mouth.

Dean looked up at Angela. "Angie…you need to get away." He said weakly.

Sam looked over at Dean and tried his best to look shocked and concerned. Angela looked up at Sam, narrowing her eyes at him slightly.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! As you can see, Angela is getting way more suspicious of Sam, and even scared of him to an extent. Also, I just wanted to remind you guys, there's a poll on my profile! It's asking if you want to see Angie's actress counterpart in The French Mistake or Angie herself, so be sure to vote! Don't forget to review. Love y'all.

~Emily