Monster Movie Part 1

The Impala drove down a road lined with trees and past a sign that said WELCOME TO PENSYLVANIA, lightening flashed, for and instant the sign read WELCOME TO TRANSYLVANIA.

Dean fiddled with that radio. "The radio around here sucks."

"Come on man." Sam said.

"Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know?" Dean replied.

"Dead vic with a gnawed on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." Angela said.

"No, I, I agree." Sam replied. "It's a hell of a case."

"A little more gusto, please." Dean said.

"It's just… the world is coming to an end." Sam said. "Things are a little complicated, you know?"

"Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway." Dean replied. "But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads. Come on, man, it's like the good old days, and honest to goodness monster hunt." Dean said. "It's about time the Winchesters and Morgan got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case."

~/~\~

Polka music played. A band played in a gazebo. A man took a picture of a girl in a barmaid costume. A sign read OKTOBERFEST 2008. Sam and Dean adjusted their suits and Angela adjusted her pencil skirt after exiting the Impala and walked forward.

"We still got to see the new 'Raiders' movie." Dean commented.

"Saw it." Sam said.

"Must've been after I left…" Angela murmured. "Was it good?"

Dean looked incredulous. "Without me?" Dean asked.

"You were in hell." Sam shrugged. He looked down at Angela and nodded. "Yeah. Pretty good."

Dean shook his head. "That's no excuse." He replied. "Big pretzel!" he exclaimed.

Sam smiled and shook his head. Angela just giggled.

Dean accepted three pretzels from the vendor. "Thank you." He handed Sam and Angela their pretzels.

"Thanks." Angela smiled.

"Thank you." Sam said.

The three took a bite of their pretzels.

"Guten tag." Jamie smiled.

"'Guten tag' yourself." Dean replied with his mouth full.

"Mmm," Sam chewed. He saw an old man in a Sheriff uniform. "Looks like that's our man."

"Sheriff Dietrich." Angela said.

"Are you three from the fed?" the Sheriff asked.

"Agents Agnes, Young and Meyers." Angela said as they showed their badges. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem."

"Right." The Sheriff nodded. "Um… I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"

They were in the morgue and a door opened. A body slid out and was covered with a sheet.

The Sheriff drew back the sheet. "Marissa Wright, 26, just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season."

"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed." Sam replied with a tight smile.

Dean turned the body's head and saw two dark puncture marks on her neck like a vampire bite. "What the hell?"

"Yeah, you got me, I mean, this killer's some kind of grade 'A' wacko, right?" the Sheriff asked. "I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe."

"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness." Angela said.

"Yeah, I wish I didn't." the Sheriff huffed. "But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean and Angela walked to the bar. Jamie handed two beer glasses to Lucy another waitress.

"I remember you." Jamie smiled.

"And I remember you…" he peered at her nametag. "'Jamie'" he smiled. "I never forget a pretty… everything."

Angela sighed. "We're looking for Ed Brewer."

"What do you want with Ed?" Jamie asked. She crossed her arms.

"Well, we are, uh… federal agents." Dean said as they showed her their badges. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime."

"You're a fed?" Jamie asked disbelievingly. "Wow, you don't come on like a fed." She said. She frowned. "Seriously?"

Dean grinned, leaning forward on the bar toward Jamie. "I'm a maverick, ma'am. A rebel with a badge. One thing I don't play by, the rules."

Sam smiled an irritated smile. "Okay, maverick." He replied. He looked at Jamie. "So, where can we find Mr. Brewer?"

Ed Brewer uncapped the beer stein and drank. "I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me." He said. He pointed at them. "Why should you be any different?"

"Believe, me, Mr. Brewer, we're different." Angela said.

"I spoke the God's honest truth. And now, I'm the town joke."

"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us." Sam replied. "And we want to heat everything. No matter how strange it may seem."

"We have a lot of experience with strange." Dean added.

Brewer uncapped the beer stein and drank. "It was I just after midnight. I just left here, and like I do every night," he walked his fingers along the table. "I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was… struggling too much. And this man, he was, well, he was biting her neck."

"Can you describe her assailant?" Angela asked.

"Oh, he was vampire." Brewer said.

"Okay, right. And by that, you mean— Dean started.

"You know, a vampire." Brewer insisted.

"Uh-huh. Yeah." Dean nodded. "So, he looked like—

"He looked like a vampire, you know with the fangs and the slicked back hair." He demonstrated with his hair. "And the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon."

"You mean like a Dracula?" Dean asked.

"Exactly." Brewer said happily. "Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent."

"The ac—Angela started.

"Yep." Brewer nodded.

"What did he say?" Sam asked.

"You know, something like…" he raised his arms over his face as if he had a cape on and put on a Hungarian accent. "'Stay away, mortal! The night is mine!'" he said. "You do believe me, don't you?" he asked nervously.

~/~\~

Jamie and Lucy were at the bar.

"They must be here following up on that murdered woman." Jamie said.

"Crazy Ed and his vampire story." Lucy replied.

"He might be weird, but he's not crazy." Jamie defended.

"Look, you're just saying that 'cause the guy has a crush on you and he tips you in $20's."

"Lucy." Someone called.

Lucy blotted her lips on a napkin. She left it on the bar as she left.

Dean walked up to the bar and smiled. "So, you got a beer back there for me?"

"I don't know, agent Young." Jamie replied. "You off duty?"

"And then some."

Sam and Angela came up. Sam picked up the napkin with Lucy's lipstick print on it. They leaned against the bar facing the room.

"So, what do you think? Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?" Dean asked.

"Definitely not our kind of case." Angela replied.

"Agreed." Dean nodded. "But who cares?" they walked towards a table. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, guys. Beer and bar wenches." They sat down.

"Pretty sure women don't react well to the whole 'wench' thing, Dean." Angela replied.

"Hey, bar wench, where's that beer?" Dean called.

"Coming up, good sir!" Jamie replied sweetly.

"Guys, Oktoberfest." Dean said gleefully.

"There you go." She smiled. She looked at Sam and Angela. "What can I get you two?"

"Oh, they don't drink." Dean said. "They're Christian scientists. Don't even take aspirin. They're real drags on stakeouts." He smiled at Jamie.

"You're funny." Jamie said.

"I'm a lot more than that." Dean replied. "I'd love to get a chance to show you the rest. What time you get off?"

"Ha ha. Like I said, 'funny'." Jamie walked off.

"Man, it is time to right some wrongs." Dean muttered.

"Come again?" Sam and Angela asked.

"Look at me." Dean replied. "I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right?" he asked, listing off on his fingers. "You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts," he held up his spread hand and wiggled the fingers. "None of the off angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, which leads me to conclude, sadly… that my virginity is intact."

Angela snorted. "What?" she asked.

"I have been re-hymenated." Dean drank.

"Re— Sam started. "Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one could do that."

"Guys. I have been re-hymenated." Dean smirked. "And the dude will not abide."

"All right, dude." Sam replied, amused. "Well, you go do whatever you got to do, and Angie and I are gonna go back to the room and get some sleep." He said.

Sam and Angela left.

"So?" Dean asked at the bar. "How about tonight?"

"Oh, sorry." Jamie said. "I promised Lucy a girls' night out."

Dean glanced at Lucy.

"Besides," Jamie smirked. "No self-respecting bar wench lets herself get picked up by a customer on the first try."

"Well, I'm not a customer. I'm a federal agent."

Jamie grinned. "Try again tomorrow, G-Man."

"I wish I could." Dean replied. "I don't think we're staying on the case."

"What? Is it too weird for you?"

"Not weird enough."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean and Angela sat across from Anna Marie at an outside table.

Anna Marie sucked on a straw in a large cup. The three hunters exchanged a look.

"And then it just, it just tore Rick into little pieces." Anna Marie said.

"Ma'am, we understand how hard this is, but can you describe the creature?" Dean asked.

She sucked on the straw. "Oh. It was a werewolf."

"A werewolf?" Angela asked. "You sure?"

"Oh, yeah. With the furry face and the black nose and the claws and the torn up pants and shirt, like from the old movies."

"Um, well…" Sam said.

"Okay, so… thank you for your time." Dean said.

They left. Anna Marie sucked on the straw, watching them.

~/~\~

Sam looked at the label and then opened a storage drawer.

"First a Dracula and now a full on movie time wolf man? What the hell is going on in this town?" Dean asked.

Sam unzipped the body bag. "Ohh. Whew."

"Damn." Angela muttered, wrinkling her nose.

"All right." Sam said. "Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe." He poked around the corpse, lifting a piece up with a pencil. "Look at those bite marks." He pointed at the corpse. "Right down to the bone… and deeper."

"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb." Angela murmured.

"Could be a werewolf." Dean said.

"Yeah, except, look. The heart's still there in one piece." Sam replied. "They never leave the heart behind."

Dean was annoyed. "Thus I reiterate, what the hell is going on?"

"Well, I was hoping you three could tell me." The Sheriff said. "I just got a rush job back from the lab. On those fibers we found on the body." He pulled a bag from an envelope. "Canine. Wolf hairs."

Angela pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "I'm getting a headache." She mumbled.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean and Angela sat at a table.

"I don't know, guys." Dean said. "Looks like we've stumbled on to a midnight showing of 'Dracula meets wolf man.' Is that it?" he drank.

"I don't know. I mean, wolf man seems real enough." Sam replied. "It makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess."

"Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair. That's just a myth." Angela said.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"So, what?" Dean asked. "We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?"

Jamie brought beer. "Looks like you three are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon."

"Yeah, this case just got weird enough for, our department." Dean replied.

"Well, beers are on me." Jamie said. "And, just so you know, I get off at midnight tonight."

"Oh, it's not another, uh, girls' night out?" Dean asked.

"Doesn't have to be."

"Okay, then. I'll see you tonight."

"Okay, then." Jamie smiled as she left.

"Hey, you this this Dracula could turn into a bat?" Dean asked. "That would be cool."

~/~\~

The police were moving around the museum. The Sheriff was talking to his men. Sam, Dean and Angela were investigating the sarcophagus.

"This sarcophagus isn't ancient." Angela held up a tag. "It's from a prop house in Philly."

"Well…" Dean said. "It goes well with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it." He held up a bucket.

"Is he making his own special effects?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, a mummy with a good sense of showmanship." Dean said.

"This is stupid." Sam replied.

"Oh, dammit." Dean sighed. "Jamie. I'm late. You guys are good here with the mummy and the…" he waved his hand. "Crazy."

"Yeah. Yeah." Angela nodded.

~/~\~

"Jamie!" Dean yelled.

Jamie crashed into Dean and Dracula appeared.

"Son of a bitch." Dean said.

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

"Okay." Dean nodded. He punched Dracula and they fought. "Jamie, run!"

"You have no choice in the matter, Mr. Harker. Mina is mine." Dracula said. He tried to bite Dean.

Dean ripped off Dracula's ear. He fled. Dean pursued. Dracula leapt over a gate and escaped on a moped.

~/~\~

"Hey." Angela said, walking into the bar. "You guys all right?"

"Yeah, I think so." Dean nodded. "And I think I know what's going on." He set a folded towel on the table.

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Part of it at least." Dean said.

Angela opened the towel. "Uh, the ear part?"

"Ripped it off of Dracula's head." Dean said. "Touch it." He added. "Familiar to you?"

"Oh, man." Sam said.

"The skin of a shape shifter, just like St. Louis and just like Milwaukee." Dean replied. "Of course this one's all holding buckets of crazy. Oh, and, uh…" he pulled out the medallion from his jacket. "I pulled this off during the fight" he handed it to Angela. "Look at the label on the ribbon."

Angela looked at it. "It's a costume rental."

"All three monsters, the Dracula, wolf man, and the mummy." Dean replied. "All the same critter, which means we need to catch this freak before he 'creature from the black lagoon's' somebody."

"So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something, and the X Files are real?" Jamie asked.

"No, 'the X Files' is a TV show. This is real." Dean replied.

"Oh." Jamie said.

Dean drank from a liquor glass.

"Okay, so, the stagecraft, the costuming," Sam started. "It's like he's trying to reenact his favorite monster movie moments, right down to the bloody murders."

"Wait a second." Jamie said. "Who the hell is Mina?"

"Mina?" Dean asked. "Yeah. That's what he called Jamie. And he called me Mr. Harker."

"Jonathan Harker?" Sam asked. "They're characters from the movies and the novels, Mina, Dracula's intended bride, Harker, the fiancé. Seems like he's fixating on you, like he sees you as his bride." Sam said.

"Wow." Jamie said. "Lucky me."

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

"Jamie, has anybody strange come to town, somebody that has taken a specific notice of you?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, Dean." She replied. "It's Oktoberfest. I'm a bartender. There's lots of people. I…" she said. "Wait a second. There is Ed."

"'Ed Brewer' Ed?" Angela asked.

"Yeah. He moved here about a month ago. Lucy swears he has a crush on me." Jamie replied. "He comes in almost every night. But you know, I don't think he's the type of guy—

"Where does Ed live?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. But he works at the old movie theater. I think he's a projectionist there."

"Take care of Mina?" Sam asked.

"Yep." Dean nodded.

Sam and Angela left.

Jamie paced in front of the booth Dean sat in. "So, monsters are real."

"Some of them, yeah."

"And the shape shifter, he can turn into different people."

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Yeah, except this one's turning into the great monsters of screenland, which is a new one for me."

"You're not really FBI, are you?"

"Not so much." Dean said.

"So, this is what you do? You and your partners just tramp across the country on your own dime until you find some horrible nightmare to fight?"

"Some people paint."

"Wow."

"What?"

"That must suck." Jamie said. "I mean, you're giving up your life for this terrible… I don't know, responsibility."

"Last few years, I started thinking that way, and, uh, it started sort of weighing on me." Dean replied. "Of course, that was before…" he shifted uncomfortably. "A little while ago, I had this, it's called a near death experience. Very near."

Jamie sat next to Dean.

"And, uh… when I came to… things were different." Dean said. "My life's been different. I realize that I help people. Not just help them, though. I save them. I guess it's, it's awesome. It's kind of like a gift. Like a mission. Kind of like a… a mission from God."

"So, does that make you… some kind of monk or something?" Jamie asked. "You know, celibate?"

"Man, I hope not." Dean replied.

They kissed. Suddenly, lights turned on and they broke apart.

"Holy crap." Lucy said. "Oh, my god. Jamie. Guys, I'm, I'm sorry. I thought you guys were going out." Lucy added.

"Lucy, it's, it's okay." Jamie said. "Uh, listen, you know what?"

"I just, I came to borrow a bottle." Lucy smiled, holding a bottle. "I kind of got something going on back at my… anyway, uh, you guys look really busy, so I'm just gonna get out of your hair." She said.

"Seriously, Lucy, it's been a crazy night." Jamie replied. "Stay for a drink." She suggested.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Stay for a drink.

Jamie and Dean smiled.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I saw TFIOS last night and didn't get home till one in the morning. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Also, like I said, I haven't even thought about season 6's planning, so I'm not sure of Sam/Angie's relationship status. I'm just focused on season 4 right now. :)

Anyway, please, please review. Love you guys.

~Emily