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Episode Summary:

Angel, Dean and Sam investigate several murders at Oktoberfest. The first victim was found with bite marks on her neck, much like a vampire would leave, while the second victim has wounds that look like a werewolf attack. After a mummy rises from his crypt, Dean determines that a shape-shifter demon is terrorizing the town as iconic monsters from the old Hollywood movies.

Under the crescent moon, the Impala drove down a road lined with trees and past a sign saying 'WELCOME TO PENNSYLVANIA'.

"The radio around here sucks." Dean grumbled as he turned the stereo off, "Come on, guys. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know?"

"I mean, you're not wrong. It's pretty open and shut." Angel agreed as she passed the file back to Sam, "Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire."

"I mean, I- I agree." Sam nodded as he flipped through the pages, "It's a hell of a case."

Dean rolled his eyes, "A little more gusto, please."

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

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

Later on…

On a bright October day, the Winchesters exited the Impala next to a sign that read 'Oktoberfest 2008'. The boys were dressed in their best FBI suits while Angel sported a black long sleeve tucked into a grey pinstripe skirt and black heels. A band played polka music in a gazebo not too far from the three of them as a man took a picture of a girl in a barmaid costume. Angel, who was currently on the phone with Asa, followed behind her brothers as they walked into the village in search for their lead. Asa was currently up in Canada helping Bucky on a case as Angel, Sam and Dean handled this case for 'old times sake' because things between the three of them have been a little tense since the Rougarou case.

"Hey, we still have to see The Dark Knight. We should go after we wrap up our cases. I think the both of us could use a nice, normal night away from hunting." Angel smirked into the phone, "And my brothers."

"Uh… I…" Asa cleared his throat sheepishly, "Kinda already saw it."

"What?" She squeaked, making them all come to a stop, "When?"

"I don't know… maybe a month after it came out?" He sighed at her silence knowing her obsession with Batman, "Babe, you were in hell."

"That's not an excuse!"

"I'll go see it again with you." Bucky's voice could be heard in the background catching Asa's attention, "I'll call you in a bit alright? Stay safe."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah."

Sam cocked a brow at her, "What's wrong?"

"He went to go see The Dark Knight without me!"

"Oh. It was pretty good." Sam nodded with a small smile, "Ledger plays a great Joker."

"You saw it too?!" She scoffed, "Jeez. Loyalty is hard to come by these days. Jerks."

Dean came back over to them carrying big pretzels for everyone, "What are we talkin about?"

Angel took hers grumbling, "Your brother and my almost ex boyfriend went to go see The Dark Knight while I was away."

"Angel!" Sam shook his head as he chuckled, "You were in Hell not out of town for a few days."

"Still no excuse Sammy!"

Dean shrugged, "I haven't seen it yet."

"See! That's real loyalty!" She stepped beside Dean to stand next to him proudly, "That's real love. Take notes."

Dean shook his head at her as he ate his pretzel, "You are so dramatic."

"Shut up doofus, I'm making a point here."

A pretty blonde woman dressed as a bar maiden passed the three of them and gave Dean a once over, something he didn't miss, "Guten tag."

Dean checked her out in awe, mid bite, "Guten tag yourself."

Sam and Dean each exchanged impressed eyes before Angel swatted at them, "Alright, alright." She motioned over to a man in a Sheriff uniform, "Our guys over there. Can we get to business please?" Quickly she led them over to the Sheriff and offered him a smile, "Sheriff Dietrich."

He nodded, "You the three feds?"

"Agents Johnson, Angus and Young." Sam introduced as they all showed their badges, "We called ahead about your, uh, problem."

"Right. Um…" The Sheriff looked around at the festival goers nervously before turning back to them, "I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"

At the morgue…

Sheriff Dietrich drew back the sheet covering a body as he explained, "Marissa Wright, 26. Just up from Lockhard for the 'fest." He shook his head, "Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season."

Sam's eyes flashed up at that, "Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed."

Angel frowned as she stared at the girl, "Especially at 26."

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." The three of them shared a look of confusion with each other as the Sheriff continued, "I mean this killer's some kind of grade A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe."

"Sheriff…" Angel studied the marks before turning back to him, "In your report, you mentioned a witness?"

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

Oktoberfest bar…

The three of them entered a restaurant where all the waitresses were dressed in Oktoberfest costumes. They walked to the bar and were greeted by the same blonde from earlier.

She smiled at Dean, "I remember you."

"And I remember you…" He looked down at her badge dramatically, "Jamie. I never forget a pretty… everything."

Angel snickered as she tried to stifle an eye roll at her little brothers flirting, "God."

Sam stepped in to get to business, "We're looking for Ed Brewer."

Jamie frowned, "What do you want with Ed?"

"Well, we are uh… federal agents." Dean cleared his throat as they all showed their badges, "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime. We just need to-"

"Wait a minute. You're a fed?" She gaped at Dean with a small impressed smirk to which he reciprocated, "Wow, you don't come on like a fed. Seriously?"

"I'm a Maverick, ma'am." Dean leaned towards her with a wink, "A rebel with a badge. One thing I don't play by: the rules."

Jamie gaped at him, but this time marveling at how bad that line was. Angel tried to stifle a laugh as she turned to Sam who was also grinning in entertainment.

"Okay, Maverick." Sam dismissed the awkwardness as he looked at her expectantly, "Where can we find Mr. Brewer?"

Soon the three of them sat around a table with Ed Brewer as he uncapped his beer stein and drank from it, "I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me. Why should you be any different?"

"Believe me, Mr. Brewer." Angel's eyes softened when he looked at her, "We're different."

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

"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us." Sam assured, "And we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem."

Dean motioned, "We have a lot of experience with strange."

Brewer nodded slowly before he uncapped the beer stein to gulp down another drink, "It was just after midnight. I just left here, and like I do every night, 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…" His eyes snapped to the three of them as wide as saucers, "Well, he was biting her neck."

Sam nodded, "Can you describe her assailant?"

"Oh, he was a vampire."

The three of them stared at him for a beat before Angel shifted, "Uh… okay, and by vampire you mean-"

"You know…" He lifted his hand and hissed as he attempted to imitate an old fashioned cinematic vampier, "A vampire." H

"Uh huh…"

"Yeah."

"So…" Dean cleared his throat, "He looked like-"

"He looked like a vampire." Brewer interrupted, "You know, with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon?"

Even more confusion laced Angel's face, "Medallion thingy…?"

Dean's eyebrows came together, "You mean like a Dracula?"

"Exactly! Like a Dracula." He smiled and pointed to Dean in relief, "Right down to the accent."

"The accent?" Sam smiled but it quickly disappeared at the man's glare, "What did he say?"

"You know, something like…" Brewer raised his arm over his face as if he had a cape on and his voice became scratchy as he impersonated a Hungarian accent, "'Stay away, mortal! The night is mine!'" His face returned to its grim nature as he stared at their shocked faces, "You do believe me, don't you?"

At the bar…

"They must be here following up on that murdered woman." Jamie's co-worker Lucy watched the Winchesters beside the blonde, "Crazy Ed and his vampire story."

Jamie gave her a look, "He might be weird, but he's not crazy."

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

Lucy blotted her lips on a napkin before leaving it on the bar and walking to one of her tables. After wrapping up their conversation with Brewer the Winchesters all made their way back to the bar.

"So…" Dean got there first and smirked at Jamie, "You got a beer back there for me?"

"I don't know, Agent Young." She grinned, "You off duty?"

"And then some."

Angel and Sam each came up to stand on either side of him. The latter noticed Lucy's discarded napkin with a lipstick print on it before tossing it aside. He leaned against the bar next to Angel and Dean so he could face the room.

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

"Oh, for sure." Angel sighed as she too turned to look out at the crowd, "Definitely not a real vampire at least."

Sam agreed, "Definitely not our kind of case."

"Agreed." Dean huffed as he led the other two toward a table, "But who cares? Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on." His grin became excited, "Beer and bar wenches."

"You know…" Angel glared, "You'd think growing up with an older sister, you'd have more respect for women than to call them wenches."

Sam nodded, "Pretty sure women today don't react well to the whole wench thing, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes at the two of them before calling out to Jamie, "Hey, bar wench, where's that beer?"

"Coming up, good sir!"

He smiled triumphantly as they shook their heads, "Oktoberfest."

"There you go." Jamie quickly walked over and sat a giant cup in front of him before turning to Sam and Angel, "What can I get you guys?"

"Oh, they dont drink." Dean dismissed before either one of them could, "He's a Christian scientist and she's Amish." He grinned wider at their glares, "They don't even take aspirin. Real drag on stakeouts."

Jamie giggled, "You're funny."

"I'm a lot more than that." Sam and Angel both shared a look as Dean went on, "I'd love to get a chance to show you the rest. What time you get off?"

"Ha ha." She smirked as she turned to walk off, "Like I said, funny."

"Man…" Dean followed her with his eyes before he exhaled sharply, "It is time to right some wrongs."

Angel looked him over, "What are you talking about?"

"Look, these past few months i've been a little preoccupied… you know…" He motioned to Angel after sipping his beer, "With you dying and going to Hell and all."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Thanks for the reminder."

"Anyway." He pressed on, "Didn't really focus on my game, you know?" He straightened out his suit, "I mean, i'm practically a virgin now."

Sam and Angel equally gaped at that, "What?"

"Oh i read about it. It's a thing." He took another drink, "I have been rehymenated."

Sam laughed, "Re-?"

"Dean, please." Angel couldn't help but laugh as well, "Maybe angels pulled me out of Hell but not even they could pull that one off."

"I have been rehymenated." He repeated dramatically, "And the dude will not abide."

"Oh, you are so gross." Angel laughed once more before getting up, "Not that I wouldn't love to see you strike out, but i saw a booth with some German Double Chocolate Cake calling my name. Have fun."

"Yeah, you do whatever you gotta do." Sam chuckled at Dean as he got up next, "I'm gonna go back to the room and get some sleep."

After they both left, Dean walked back to the bar with the smile, "How about tonight?"

"Oh, sorry." Jamie stopped wiping down the bar and motioned to her co-worker, "I promised Lucy a girls' night out." Dean glanced over at Lucy who smirked at him, "Besides, no self-respecting bar wench lets herself get picked up by a customer on the first try."

"Well…" He shrugged with his best charming smile, "I'm not a customer. I'm a federal agent."

"Try again tomorrow, G-Man."

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

"Is it too weird for you?"

"Not weird enough."