Phoebe was dreaming. There was Piper, but she was with Leo. Hmm. That isn't right. The Piper she knows is with Sam. Maybe this is her counterpart. She looked older but had three children with her. The oldest, the blonde one looked like he was about to enter college. Even in a dream she could see how powerful he was. The younger one, he had dark hair like his mom, was a witch as well, maybe not as powerful as his brother, but still strong. The youngest the girl, Phoebe could sense how inferior she felt to her brothers. Phoebe sympathized with her. Before Paige, she had the same reservations. Piper and Leo were talking in the kitchen, purposely ignoring their children who were arguing over the remote control.

She smiled at the sight. All three were having a argument, nothing major, just typical teen drama. She wondered where her counterpart was, she wanted to see what her life was like. Sadly, she didn't look like she lived here. Too bad. She was curious about her life. The one with the blonde hair suddenly looked up. He stared right at her. Phoebe jumped.

"Who are you?"

Phoebe woke up with a start. Her phone was ringing. What time is it? Eight am? Damn, it's Saturday. It was her day off.

"Hello?" She answered sleepily.

"Phoebe? Hey it's Elise."

"Oh hey, how's things?"

"Fine. I just got back from Mexico."

"How is your brother? Is he alright? Are you?"

"Fine. Fine. It's all good. Just have to ask. I'm not in trouble am I? Sorry. I meant are you alright?"

"Everything is fine. Those people are gone. My friends took care of them."

"Phew. I'm so glad. Owen was worried. I told him he wasn't in any danger, but he is so jumpy these days. Especially since what is going on in the world."

"About God?"

"God? Maybe. But he is a atheist. He is wondering why the world seems to get more crazy. Just yesterday there was a huge street brawl right in San Diego's downtown area. There was no reason. Just people started fighting. Got pretty violent."

Phoebe sighed. Not again. Sounded like the Four Horsemen. But it couldn't be. None of them has their rings anymore. It has to be Strife. His father most likely is doing his work in another world. Pestilence wasn't seen the last couple of months. Most likely in another world. She has to call her sisters. Strife was a low level demon, but his father was another story. He was a powerful being, nothing like a demon. His powers were godlike. God probably ordered him to do His work. Destroying worlds.

"Elise, just lay low. Don't go outside. Tell Owen not to go out for any reason. I'll call my sister Piper."

"Thanks Phoebe. Tell your sister and her boyfriend I said hello. Have a good weekend."

"You too. Bye."

Phoebe hangs up. Sigh. So much for rest and relaxation. It's only been a few days, but she was hoping to have a few days off. Smelling fresh coffee she goes downstairs.

"Morning." She tells Prue. Good ole Prue. Always awake first, and always making a fresh pot of coffee. She pours out a cup and reads the news on her phone. Hoping to see nothing bad.

"Morning. Had a good sleep?"

"It was okay. I dreamed about Piper and Leo."

"Piper and Leo? What were they doing?"

"Nothing. They were married with three kids."

"Three kids? Boys? Girls?"

"Two boys, one girl. They were teenagers."

"Hmm. Piper always wondered what her life would have been like if she and Leo were still together. Was I in it?"

"No. Neither was Paige or myself."

"Too bad. Anyway, did you hear about the news in San Diego?"

"Yep. Elise just called me."

"Strife. Son of a bitch. Asshole doesn't want to stay down."

"Feel like taking a trip down south?"

"Don't bother. I already talked to Leo. Strife already left. He went to join his father in another world."

"Don't know if I want to feel relieved or worried. Another world has to suffer."

"Our counterparts can deal with them. Want to go for breakfast at Quake?"

"No thanks. I'm going to call Elise back. Then I'm going to call Piper."

"Okay. See you later." Prue leaves.

After she heard the car drive away, Paige walks in the kitchen.

"Hey Pheebs. Did you eat yet?"

"Not yet. Too bad you weren't here a minute ago. Prue just left for Quake."

"Damn. Oh well. Cold cereal for me than. Want a bowl?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Okay. Since it's Saturday, I'm going to eat in front of the TV. Just like when I was a kid."

"Don't let Piper find out."

"I doubt she would care. Besides she is with Sam in Lawrence."

"Lucky. I wonder if Sam popped the question yet."

"If he did, we'll be the first to know. See ya."

"Have fun."

After hanging up the phone, Phoebe sighs. Elise sounded relieved that the street brawl was over. But there was the aftermath of cleaning up. God was really going to make them work. Plus what Samandriel said. Heaven was fighting with one another. Great. Just what she wanted. An angel vs angel war. She would have thought that angels would fight with them to save the world. She needed a drink. Not coffee. But something warm and dark from a bottle. She should call Dean. He would understand. Maybe have a drink with her over videochat.

Dean was eating a cold pizza from the night before. He was hungover from his two day frenzy. He tried calling Jenna, who immediately hung up and proceeded to block him from contacting her. She even blocked Sam as well when Dean tried calling her back trying to explain himself. Gah. He was imprisoned this whole time. Why couldn't she understand? Plus Castiel being human. What is this world coming too?

He jumped as his phone rang. He hoped it was Jenna.

"Jen?"

"Um. No. It's Phoebe."

Damn. "Hey. What's up."

"You feel like having a drink?"

"It's ten thirty in the morning."

"I know. But I need someone to talk to."

Dean was starting to get a migraine. He loved Phoebe like a sister, but he needed to be alone right now. He needed to talk to Jenna. "Now isn't the right time. Besides, its two hours earlier where you are. Why do you want to drink this early. Is something wrong?"

"It's this whole mess about God. I feel so helpless."

"I know. But we're trying. Sam and I are taking a break. Lord knows he needs it. So do you. Why don't you and your sisters do something fun. Forget about God. Forget about Armageddon. Spend some time for yourself. Go shopping, get laid. Get a pedicure, or whatever you ladies do in your spare time."

Dean couldn't help but smile when Phoebe laughed.

"I'm surprised you know what a pedicure is."

"Jenna forced me to go with her to a salon once." God, Dean missed her. He remembered that day. That is when he came to visit her in Los Angeles. He hated the city, but wanted to see her. She made him get one after she complained that his toe nails scratched her in her sleep.

Dean would never admit to anyone that he enjoyed it. The feeling of those warm hands, and the relaxation of the stress leaving his body made him sigh in contentment. Since that day, he secretly got one once a month always making a excuse he was on a case if Sam caught him. Thankfully Sam believed him. Sam always thought he was there to flirt. Hell, Dean would take that as a excuse. But no matter how beautiful the women there were, none held a candle to his girl. He needed to see her.

"Oh, Dean. About Jenna. She told me to tell you it was over."

Fuck. "Man. Talk about being blunt."

"NO! Sorry! I believe Jenna still loves you. You need to call her."

"I tried. She blocked me. I tried calling her on Sam's phone. She blocked that too."

"Then you need to see her."

"How. She travels a lot for her work."

"She told me that she is moving to Paris."

"What! You're telling me this now?! How? When?"

"Um, let's see. It's been a few days. So less than a week."

"Fuck! I knew she was pissed. But moving? Damn. Then it's over. You know what. Let's have that drink. Hell, I'll get a case."

"Fuck you."

Huh? "What?"

"Fuck you Dean. Jenna is leaving. You need to stop her. You need to tell her how you feel. She still loves you. You know that?"

"Is it because you are psychic?"

"No. Because she is my friend. I seen the pain in her eyes when she talked about you. You need to tell her to stay. If she leaves, then it's truly over. Do me a favor, fly to LA and tell her to stay."

"She would tell me to fuck off."

"Well, let her tell you that to your face. Go. Buy a ticket and fly there. Before it's too late."

"Fuck that. I'll drive."

"Then hurry. She will be leaving soon."

"Thanks Phoebe. Take care."

"You too."

After they hung up, Dean immediately jumps in the shower and after he was done, he quickly throws in a quick bag of his clothing and some supplies. Just because he is going on the road, doesn't mean there would be a hunt present. He calls Sam.

"Sammy. I need the car. Where is it."

"Dean. It's only eleven. It's too early to go a beer run."

"I'm not going for a beer run. I'm heading across country."

"Going on a hunt?"

"Kind of." Dean proceeds to tell Sam about who he is hunting for.

"You need me to come? I can bring Piper."

"No. Spend time with her. I need to spend time with mine."

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

Dean calls a cab to take him to a junkyard. Thankfully, it belonged to a a fellow hunter. Sam asked him to keep an eye on it. When Dean got there he immediately asked for the car's location. After he was led to a run down barn, he was pleased to see she was alright.

"Hey sweetheart. Missed me? I need to make a trip across country. Sorry it's in LA. Yeah I know. I hate the city too. I need to get my girl back. Ready to exercise those wheels? Good. Let's go."

Before he was ready to put the key in the ignition, his phone rang. Dammit.

"Hello?"

"Dean. Are you still in town?" It was Sam.

"Yeah. I'm at the junkyard. I'm going to check her out than fill her up before I leave."

"I got a phone call from Garth. He says he needs a ride."

"To LA? Why?"

He says there's a case. He says his friend is in danger."

Great. "Can he catch a ride from someone else?"

"Since your heading to the city, might as well give him a ride."

"Fine. Where is he?"

An hour later Dean drives off. He drove to a run down motel where Garth was staying. When Garth sees the Impala, he starts waving. Dean honks his horn. Garth immediately goes and opens the passenger door.

"Hey Dean. Holy moly. You look so different. When is the last time you shaved."

"A few weeks. You do realize I was imprisoned right."

"I heard. Damn. I'm glad those guys are gone. I was getting worried. My fellow hunters were in hiding these last few months. Especially the werewolves. A lot of my friends were killed. Damn. Most were good people."

"Sorry to hear that."

"Thanks. Well ready to go?"

A day later they stopped to rest in a random motel. Dean was happy to catch a break, he was exhausted from driving. He refused to let Garth drive, no one but Dean and sometimes Sam was allowed to drive the car. Garth was out, he was looking for something to eat. Going to the restaurant downstairs wasn't a option, no restaurant served raw animal hearts.

Dean was bored. He was currently watching a religious show called Boyle Ministries. He was currently preaching about letting in angels. What a croak. He turned off the TV. Dean opened his laptop. He was determined not to watch Jenna's channel. It pained him to see Phoebe was right. Jenna's last video talked about her move to Paris. Dean was surprised to see none of the videos with him in it were deleted by her. They were still up. For that Dean had hope. When the door opened, Dean closed his laptop.

"How was the hunt?"

"I didn't go hunting yet. I found us a case."

"Now?"

"Yep. Reports of murders. Four people were found with their blood drained. Sounds like our kind of case."

"Vampires. Been awhile. When do you want to go?"

Dean was writing on his notepad while Garth asked the sheriff questions. The murders were random. No victims knew each other and the victims ranged in different ages and backgrounds. Dean wondered if this was the same nest. After they left Dean looked down at his notes. He wasn't paying attention till he saw two fingers clicking at his face. Huh?

"Yo, Dean. Hey. The last victim was found in a back alley behind a bar. Want to check it out?"

"Sure."

Both Garth and Dean were checking out the alley for any clues. Other than the garbage, there wasn't anything to look at.

"Dean. Check this out. I found a bloodstain."

"This is a bar. There are bar fights all the time." Dean remarked.

"True. But look at how the blood splatters. See the trajectory of the stains, this was no fight or stabbing. This was definitely a vamp."

Dean looks closely. "Your right. Damn. It's fresh. Let's go inside and ask questions."

When Dean and Garth walk inside, they went and sat down and ordered a couple of beers. Dean didn't feel like drinking, but he needed hold something in his hands. Looking around the bar he took a look at the patrons. None stood out, except the girl. She looked young. Hmm. Was she old enough to be in here? He decided to ask questions. He told Garth he'll be right back. Walking up to her he introduces himself.

"Are you a little young to be in here? Name's Vince."

Dean was taken aback when the girl brushes him off. "Bug off. Aren't you too old to hit on girls my age?"

Dean was insulted. He wasn't that old. "Just want to make sure you are old enough to be in here." He holds up his fake badge.

"State Trooper? Fine. Here's mine." She holds up an US Marshal badge. 'Jane Micel.'

Dean had to ask. He whispered, "Hunter?"

She looked at him confusingly. "No. I'm here hunting for a killer."

Dean was skeptical. She looked way too young. But he knows not to judge. "Are you looking for the same thing we are? Four victims."

Jane quickly looks around. "Not here. I need to be somewhere quiet."

"My motel room. It's close by."

"You are not my type. Sorry."

Dean couldn't help himself. He bristled. He wasn't used to being turned down. He was about to say something to her when Garth appeared. Holding up his fake State Trooper badge, he quickly introduces himself. "Trooper Mellon. My partner and I are looking at a active case. Mind if we exchange notes?"

Back in the motel room, Jane explains about the case of the four victims. A few years ago there was other murders that were never solved. Her father was the detective in charge of the unsolved homicides, then while investigating the latest murder, he vanished without a trace. It was unusual, he was a thirty year veteran who took every precaution there was and disappeared while being surrounded by active police officers on the crime scene. The police on the scene were mystified. He was in the back alley surrounded by brick buildings, no way he could run away without being caught. He was listed as a missing person since then. His daughter, Jane applied as a US Marshall as soon as she could, rising through the ranks quickly, and tried to be as professional as she can despite having a baby face. Jane tried to be cold and professional as she could while she kept her cool while her fellow officers didn't take her seriously due to her looks. She begged her superior for this case, since it was personal to her. He reluctantly agreed, but made her take her sexist pig of a partner with her, who kept trying to hit on her despite being married. He was currently at the sheriff's office, trying to gather more clues to the case. When Dean and Garth found out she was the real thing and not a fake, they knew they had to be careful.

"These murders go back twenty two years. My father, Detective Gary Micel was the lead officer in charge. The first murder happened two decades ago. It was a young boy about twelve, his neck was ripped opened brutally by a sadistic psychopath. The case was personal to my dad, he couched the baseball team he was in. But that wasn't the only murder, there was eight more, all were young children." Hearing that Dean and Garth looked at each other. They hunted vampires before, but never one that went out of their way to hunt young victims. This vampire needed to be stopped.

"What about the latest victims, what do they have in common with the last murders?" Garth asked. Disturbed at the story he just heard.

"Not much, just that the victims all died with severe lacerations on the neck. This time they were all adults. According to the sheriff's office, the murders were random. Different backgrounds, different ages, none of them ever met."

"In our line of work, there is no such thing as 'random.' There has to be a connection." Dean knew that most vampires traveled in packs. This must be a newborn vampire. But who was the guy that committed those murders in the first place? Plus why did this vampire hunt kids? Even most vampires had morals.

"Hmm. What did your father find out about those murders? Where is he now?" Dean asked.

"Just that those kids were attending the same school. As for my dad, he vanished twenty years ago while investigating the last murder. A young girl. She was found with her neck ripped open in a dark alley."

"Was your dad ever found?" Garth asked.

"No. He just disappeared into thin air. His fellow colleges spent months looking for him right after that. It's like he was abducted or sucked in another dimension."

"Or carried up." Garth said.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jane asked.

"We seen cases like this before. Some killers 'carry' their victims over walls. I seen it."

"That would be impossible. Officer Mellon?"

"Garth. My name is Garth. There is certain killers that are physically strong. They can carry a full grown man up walls in a blink of an eye. I would know. One of my friends was taken away like that. Fortunately he got away. He spooked his kidnapper when his partner pulled out his weapon and he got away."

"Why hasn't this killer ever found?"

"He did. He was executed for his crimes. But he isn't the only killer, there are more. Part of my job and my partner here is hunting those bastards down."

"Like he said." Dean blurts out. Damn Garth was good. He evolved a lot since he first met him.

"Then my dad is still out there. Hopefully. But what drugs are these killers taking to climb up walls and stuff?" Jane was in disbelief. Her training in the Marshalls never prepared her for this. But since hearing about her dad, she had hope that her dad may still be alive. Her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. It was her partner, Paul.

"Officer Micel."

"Hey, sweetheart. No need to be formal. It's just me, your beloved partner." Ugh. Jane bristled. "Anyway, just back from the morgue. All the victims died the same way. Throats ripped out."

"I can see that. I seen the crime photos."

"But all the victims had something in common. They all had pine needles on them."

"Pine needles? Where? What species?"

"Whoa. Hold on. How bout we talk 'bout it over drinks later?"

"Officer Kendall. We are on an active case. Be more professional."

"Sheech. I was just kidding. Besides, aren't you a little young to take on a case like this? Especially since they are bloody and messy? Don't want you crying over spilled blood." He laughs. Jane felt her temper rising. Asshole. "The needles are from a species native to the area. Blue Spruce trees."

"Picea Pungens are the Latin names. But there is no trees in the area where the victims were found. So that means the killer had to be from the woods, or the victims were carried from there." Great. That narrowed the search. Those trees were everywhere in Colorado. Plus it's the middle of winter as well.

"Yep. But there is another clue. The needles were found on previous victims back over twenty two years ago.''

"Really. Then the police were hiding that from us. Why?" Jane asked.

"These are small town cops. They are very territorial about big cases like that. Especially since your father disappeared around the same time. Sure he isn't connected?"

Jane snapped at the voice on the line. "HEY! My father spent his time looking for the killers. This case was personal to him. Whoever took my dad knew he was close. My father, Detective Gary Micel was the lead investigator to the case before he vanished. This killer or killers are back. This time around I'll find out what happened to him and catch the killers."

"Good luck with that. Your father, if he's still alive, would be in his seventies now. There would be no way he was involved in these murders of today. But if you want to compare notes, I'll be in my room. See you later." Paul hangs up.

Jane was physically shaken. Pine needles. Her father, when she was a little girl, had pine needles on him whenever a new murder was found. His wife, her stepmom, often asked about them. He got angry and snapped at her whenever she asked. Jane often wondered about that. God, she hoped she was wrong about what she was thinking. Then she realized the two State Troopers that were still there.

"My partner found out something. Every murder had pine needles on the bodies. Even the ones from a long time ago."

Both Garth and Dean looked at each other. Definitely a vampire. The town they were currently in, Fruita, had a few abandoned mines around here. Dean needed to return to his room and call Sam. He had Garth with him, but he needed to pick his nerdy brother Sam's brain for help.

"Thanks for your time. We hear anything, we'll let you know."

"Whoa. You guys are State Troopers. I am a US Marshall. If you guys are going to find the killers, I'm going with you. My partner as well. We been on this case for awhile now."

"Sorry. I promise you, if we find out anything, we'll let you know. Here's my card." Garth gives her his card. Jane looks at it.

"Thank you. Keep in touch." Jane than leaves.

"No problem." Garth tells her she closes the door.

"Well, are we keeping her in the loop, Dean?"

"Are you kidding? She has no clue what she is up against. It's too late to find out anything outside, but I'm going to call Sam to see if he can narrow down some abandoned mines around here. In the morning, we can go exploring. I'm going to order some supper from delivery, than I'm going to bed."

"Dean. She is a US Marshall. We have to be careful. If we get caught, then it's the end."

"Hard to believe. She looks like she barely graduated high school."

"Don't be fooled. I met hunters younger than her that were hard ass. It's not easy to get in the Marshalls. I would know, my cousin Franklin was one. It took him two years to get in, five to get up the ranks."

"Good for him. But this isn't a ordinary murder, this is a vampire. Could be more than one. We need to solve this as fast as we can. I have to head to LA as fast as possible."

"Why do you need to lead to LA so badly?" Garth asked.

"Why do you?" Dean answered back.

"Reasons."

"Same here."

"Well, I'm going to find something to eat, then I'm going to bed. See you in the am?"

"Ten. The vamps would be asleep by then."

"Goodnight Dean."

"Night, Garth."

Jane immediately ran around the corner when she heard one of them leaving. When she saw Garth leave, she knew she had to act quickly. These guys seemed alright, but there was something odd about them. Vampires? What kind of troopers are they? She decided to do her own research. If there is a serial killer, than the abandoned mines would be a good place to hide, and to commit murders. She decided to follow them in the morning. Unfortunately, that meant she had to bring her asshole partner with her. Yuck. That meant she had to listen to his lame pick up lines. Whoever said being a Marshall was glamorous, never had to think about the dirty work. When she saw Dean walk out, she immediately went and bugged the room. She had a hunch that these two were hiding something. She called the front desk and after showing the guy her badge, she asked for keys to their rooms.

"So Dean, I found a few abandoned mines. There a few, but only two has Blue Spruce Pines growing in the area nearby. One is north of town, and the other is east."

"Great. Any of those murders connected?"

"Everyone of them had pine needles on the victims. This vampire or nest, has a preference of hunting grounds. I suggest you start at the school, where the first victims were targeted. Then make your way down. The vampire may have been a employee of the school or parent of one of the students."

"Good job, Sammy. I knew your nerd brain was good for something. Tell Piper I said hello."

"Thanks. But Dean. Next time you are going across country, bring me along. Been awhile since we been on a old fashioned hunt. Saving people, hunting things, the family business."

Dean smiled at the sediment. Been awhile since him and his brother went on a old fashioned hunt.

"I promise Sammy. Better come along in the next hunt before you settle down with your little lady."

"Same with yours." Hearing that, Dean sighs. He hoped so. This was his final chance. He knew that. Better not fuck this up.

"Have a good night, Sam."

"Night Dean. Be careful."

"Bye." Dean hangs up. He decided to check out the latest murders. What did they all have in common with the old cases? Just as he was thinking, the phone rang.

"Dean, it's Garth. I was thinking about the murders from twenty years ago."

"Yeah, so?"

"The students that were killed were from Winterborne School. Three of them were on the school's baseball team."

"Yeah. So?"

"The other five were on the basketball teams. I was looking up the the other recent murders. They were either former students or coaches at the teams."

"So they were students or staff at the school. Why would this vampire target them? Was it a former coach?"

"I was looking up old records of unusual activities. There was a substitute teacher there. His name was Edwin Trout. He was a good man. Going to church, volunteering at every school sports team, and was well liked by the staff and students."

"So this Edwin guy. He was bitten and turned? But if he loved kids so much, why did he commit these violent murders? Most vampires when they turn, never turned on their loved ones. At least not right away."

"Yeah, but that is not the unusual part. This is before the vampires came. There was a unusual fog that came into town. It was lethal to anyone that breathed in it. The few people that survived recalled seeing a Woman in Black in it. She approached Edwin and kissed him."

"So she's the vampire?"

"I don't believe so. Even monsters in the area died from this fog. Believe it or not, demons and angels as well."

"Whoa. What?" Dean was in disbelief. Demons and angels are immortal, same as monsters. What kind of creature was it? "How do you know that?"

"I made some phone calls. There is a old hunter that lives in the area. He used to work with a angel hunting demons. He was told to run when the fog came. When he protested, the angel sent him away. When he came back into town a few days later, the neighborhood was gone. The local authorities plus the FBI came and sealed off the area. Warren, the hunter had some contacts in the FBI bureau. They let him in. They used Warren for some hunting tips for monsters. Anyway, he saw angel wings on the ground, plus he saw outlines of demons on the ground."

"A fog that kills immortals. Damn. Why didn't any hunters hear about this?" Dean asked.

"Everyone kept it hush, hush. Even Warren. Whatever that fog came from, it was dangerous. The angel that sent Warren away was terrified. Her last words, were 'The Darkness was freed.' She then sent him away."

"This Darkness. The Woman? Was it God?"

"I don't think so. When I called the other hunters, they had no clue. When the Woman kissed Edwin, it changed him. He no longer volunteered his regular activities, he immediately quit his job and went East. When he was spotted again, witnesses say he had fangs. That is when the murders started."

"There was a nest of vampires in the Denver area. Before Bobby and Rufus cleaned them out, Edwin must have been bitten. He must have returned and started killing. Dammit. Garth, where is this school located?"

"Just North of us. There is a abandoned mine nearby."

"Then that is where Edwin is at. We have to kill him once and for all. Got your blade?"

"Yep. But don't forget about that missing police officer. He was close to solving this case. But Dean, I also found out something. He and Edwin were lovers. Before Edwin turned, they used to be seen going into the woods together. Either Edwin kidnapped him and took him away, or he was killed by himself when he was close to solving this case."

"Then there is a possibility there are two vampires. Great. Well Garth, go to bed. We have a early start tomorrow."

"Good night."

"Night." Dean then calls back Sam and updates him on the situation.

When Jane took off her headphones, she was shaken. Her dad was having an affair. Her stepmom, Stephanie, suspected it. No wonder her dad looked so happy whenever his friend came along. Plus them hunting every weekend.

Her partner Paul was sitting beside her. He spoke up. "Did you hear that? Vampires, angels, demons, the Darkness? What kind of Troopers are they? We need to bring them in for questioning."

"Not right away. We need to follow them." Jane was listening to Dean, and Paul was listening to Garth. They both knew they didn't have warrants to bug their room, but if they found out where this killer was hiding, they can bring him in. "Paul, look up records from twenty years ago. Ask Judge Andrews for records from the FBI. See what happened to those people."

"Yes, ma'am." He saluted her. "After this case is solved, let me take you out to dinner."

"Your married. Besides, I don't date anyone on the job."

"My wife doesn't have to know. C'mon, it would be fun." He wiggles his eyebrows at her. Gross.

"I'm going to bed. See you at 0800 hours."

Jane goes to her room. She remembered that fog. A lot of her parent's friends and coworkers died that night. The local police said it was a accident. CO2 gas leak from the mines. The FBI considered it a terrorist attack. But why didn't the local police warn the town? Plus why hide it? Not to mention this mysterious Woman in Black. Who was She? She decided to do her own research. She went and brewed some coffee in her room. It would be a long night.

When Dean got up, he went and had a shower. After brushing his teeth, he called Garth and asked him if he wanted to come for breakfast in the diner close by. Garth agreed. After they finished their breakfast, they were on the road. Dean and Garth packed some dead men's blood, a machete for each of them, plus some silver for Dean. Garth couldn't wear silver, it would burn on his skin, since he was a werewolf. What they didn't notice was a car following them to the mines.

"So Dean, are you afraid?"

"Of the vampire? Nope. This is a cakewalk."

"Not about the vampire, about what's coming."

"Bobby or Sam told you?"

"Bobby. About the true Armageddon. Do you think that was God who was the Woman in Black? Was it a test?"

"You know what? Who gives a shit. Right now we are on a case. We need to stop this vampire. After that, and after we we deal with our errands in Los Angeles, then we worry about God. For now, let's cut off some heads."

Garth smiles. Good ole Dean. Hard ass as usual. Too bad Sam couldn't come, Garth missed him. After he saves his friend in LA, then he will help them save the world. He owes Dean and Sam that.

They pull up to the mine a short time later. As predicted, there was pine trees there. Garth and Dean get out of the car and stretched. Garth then pulls up his machete, same with Dean when he pulls out his from the trunk.

"Ready Dean?"

"You know it." They go inside.

Jane and Paul pull up hiding their car behind some hidden trees. Holding up their guns, they sneak inside. What Jane found out disturbed her. This fog wasn't the only place that came here, it was also seen in Northern Canada and New Zealand the same week. The same Woman was spotted in all three places. Who the heck was She? There was also reports of multiple deaths. Except one. A man named Donatello Redfield. Since then, he claimed to be a Prophet. He was currently in a mental institution. Jane was getting a headache. Hopefully this case was solved soon. So she could finally put her father's case to rest. The local police believed he was dead, but Jane knew he was still alive. She hoped.

Dean and Garth walk inside slowly. Since Garth was a werewolf, he was able to sniff out any unusual smells. Unfortunately, he smelled the scent of blood. The vampire, he was here. But he wasn't alone. There was two others with him. A man and a woman. He gestured to Dean. Dean nodded back. They both had flashlights, but knew the vampires wouldn't wake up. They were nocturnal creatures. They would feed at night. They walk slowly towards the central area, the darkest area of the mine. Plus the largest.

"Psst. Jane, what do we do with these guys when we catch up to them?" Paul asks.

"They did nothing wrong, yet. But I did some digging. There is no Dean Bach or Garth Mellon working for the State Troopers. These guys are frauds."

"Do we arrest them?"

"Not yet, I want to find out what they are up to first." They quickly try to catch up to them. Jane had a bad feeling though. She usually wasn't scared, but her heart was beating really quickly. Her case was going to end badly, she knew it. 'Please God. Help us.' She prayed.

When Dean and Garth walk in, they seen the vampires. They were sleeping together. There was Edwin. He was holding a older man in his arms. That must be Detective Micel. The woman they didn't recognize, but could see she was a newborn vampire. Most vampires needed to travel in packs. Both Edwin and Gary must have been lonely and turned someone the town wouldn't miss. This young woman must have been a tourist. Probably an aspiring actress heading to Hollywood for her big break. Poor girl. Neither one had any vampire cures. But it was too late. Both of them could see blood on her lips. Garth could tell it was human. It was recent. The blood was fresh. They look at each other and started raising their blades to cut off their heads.

"FREEZE! Put your weapons down. Hands in the air! You are all under arrest!" Both Dean and Garth look up. They were blinded by the lights, but could see they were the US Marshalls they met the night before. Dammit. Unfortunately, they were the least of their problems. The vampires woke up. The girl lets out a blood curdling screech. All four cover their ears. Then the vampires started attacking.

Jane was in disbelief. There was her father. He was alive. But his were fanged. Oh god. Both Paul and herself were expecting to make some arrests, but weren't expecting to see monsters. They started firing at Edwin and the girl, telling Paul to not shoot her dad. There had to be a rational explanation. There must be. Unfortunately their bullets did nothing, not even as their heads were shot. They were still coming. Then she heard Paul screaming. Edwin and the woman were holding him. Then they both proceeded to bite off sides of his neck. The sight of his blood spurting out of his neck made her feel faint. Then two machetes came out of nowhere. Their heads were chopped off. When the handsome one, Dean was getting ready to cut off her dad's head she jumped up n front of him.

"Stop! Don't kill my dad! Please!" She then proceeded to hug him. "Daddy. Please tell me you didn't commit these murders." She hugged him. She didn't care he was a vampire or monster. This was her father.

Both Dean and Garth look on in disbelief. This man was a vampire. But they couldn't cut off his head, not with Jane stubbornly refusing to let him go. The man, Gary just looked at them. He mouthed, 'thank you.' Huh? What was going on around here? Their questions were soon answered.

"Thank you for setting Edwin free. The hunger was getting to be too much. Since that Woman came into town, Edwin changed. His soul. It's gone." Gary tells the three that were in standing there in disbelief.

"His soul? What are you talking about?" Jane asked.

"Twenty two years ago, a mysterious fog came into town. The people that breathed it, they were poisoned and died. But that wasn't the worst part. It was the Woman. The Darkness."

"Who was that?" Garth asked.

"I don't know. But She changed Edwin. The man that I loved, he was no longer the same man. When She kissed him, She ate his soul. After his soul was eaten, he changed. No longer the gentle man I loved. He became evil. He started stealing. Then he bragged that he was now invisible. He heard of a group of troublemakers in Denver, he wanted to join them. They were a vicious gang. Even the local gangs were scared of them. After he came back, he started killing. Then when I saw him killing that young girl, Vicky Lobs, I knew Edwin was responsible for the murders. I called it in. I knew I couldn't stop Edwin. My guns and handcuffs were worthless. I told him I'll come with him, but only if he stopped killing people. He agreed. He then grabbed me from the crime scene while I was on duty. My fellow colleagues never saw a thing. He moved like lightning and was very strong. After we were on the roof, he promised to stop killing. I was foolish. I believed him. He wanted to change me, but I said no. I was afraid to become like him. It was not until he became afraid when I started aging, but he did not. He turned me. I was only a vampire for only a month. He then made me kidnap a girl to change her. He threatened to change you if I didn't agree to it."

Jane teared up. "Oh dad."

"He has no soul. How could he be afraid?" Dean asked him.

"I believed a part of Edwin was still inside. We were in love for over thirty five years. If it wasn't for my cowardly decision back in the day, I would have been with Edwin, not your stepmom, Stephanie."

Jane felt herself crying. She liked her stepmom, she was the maid of honor at her wedding to her second marriage. No wonder him and Stephanie fought. He was denying a part of himself. She was just a child, but wouldn't have cared if she had a stepdad. Seeing her dad happy is all she cared about. She squeezed her dad even harder.

"You boys have a job to do. Jane. It's time." He forces her arms off him.

"NO! We can find a way. We can find a cure! You two! I overheard you. You said you know about angels. Can you ask them to fix him?" Jane just got her dad back. Vampire or not, that was her dad.

She overheard them? Fuck. She is a US Marshall. Their rooms must have been bugged when they were out. Probably after Jane left. Dean sadly shook his head.

"You tasted human blood on your lips. It's too late. A vampire could only be cured if human blood never touched their lips. Jane, I'm sorry."

"No, I'll arrest you both. I'll tell them, you committed these murders."

"Jane. Honey. I freely turned this girl. The taste of blood. It was orgasmic. I have this hunger inside of me, over time it will get worse. Edwin liked the taste of small children. That is why he committed those killings. He wasn't satisfied with the adults him and Bonnie killed, he wanted to eat toddlers and babies next. If it wasn't for these boys, I would have killed him myself. I just didn't know how. Jane. I will always love you. Tell Stephanie that I'm sorry."

Jane was crying. Even Garth and Dean teared up. They both lost parents at a young age. Gary brushed back a hair from Jane. "I am so proud of you. I knew you were a US Marshall. Just like your grandfather. I was following your career on social media. I wanted to follow that path too, but I needed to stay behind and raise you. Becoming a Marshall meant traveling all across the country. I wanted to see you grow up. But then Edwin started killing. If it wasn't for that Woman. He wouldn't have. I know it." He kisses her on the forehead. "I love you. Forever and ever. I will always be watching you. Jane, it's time." He pulls away.

Jane was crying. But she understood. A vampire is no life for anyone. When she heard the swish of the blade and the head falling off to the ground, she didn't bother turning around. She knew she had a job to do. But before she called this in, she had to ask.

"What are you guys?"

"My name is Dean Winchester. I am a hunter.''

"My name is Garth Fitzgerald the IV. I am also a hunter, plus a vegan werewolf."

Jane looked up? Huh? A vegan werewolf? What kind of things did these people hunt for? Wait a minute. She recognized the name. Dean Winchester. He and his brother Sam were on the US Marshall lists for years. But were recently were acquitted for everything, thanks to their lawyer, Gabriel Archangel. What a weird name. His parents must have been deeply religious to name him that. She had more questions, bit decided not to ask. Apparently, there was people in the FBI that were helping. Her superiors above her must have the same jurisdiction. Better not ask too many questions. She waved them off.

"I have to call this in."

"What are you going to tell your bosses?"

"That I found the killers. Leave your blade. Wipe off your prints. I'm going to tell the police that my partner and my dad were murdered by Edwin."

"Jane. I'm sorry." Garth tells her. "I'll give you mine. A werewolf's DNA would be too hard to trace, plus I have no criminal record."

"Thank you. Paul was a sleaze, but a damn good officer. He was responsible for saving kids lives from being kidnapped. Plus, he went out of his way to solve cases other Marshalls gave up on. He will be missed. Now get out of here. I also need to make arrangements to bury my father."

"Good luck Jane. God bless."

"Thank you Garth. Dean, keep your nose clean. I'll deny I ever saw you. Goodbye."

Dean nods his head at her. Then both Dean and Garth left. Jane walks out of the mine and makes a phone call. "This is US Marshall Jane Micel. I am reporting a crime." She tells the other person on the other end of the smiled when Dean and Garth drove away. "Thank you."

As Dean and Garth drove to California, Dean knew he had a mission. Get Jenna back. He was hoping Garth didn't need him for his mission. He was running out of time. He knew God wasn't listening, but hoped someone out there was. Right above them, right above Earth, a star twinkled.