The trees were relatively thick, but more so in girth than quantity. Sam couldn't help but wonder if that was because of the water that was in the air. It was feeding the trees that were already here, letting them grow up and out more and more, leaving little room for new ones to crop up. It was something that he always wondered about when he and his brother found themselves in the Pacific Northwest.
Another nest of vampires had cropped up, causing troubles for nearby towns. It was a random news article popping up in his usual search a couple of mornings back, and it seemed like a nice easy little run. Things had been...quiet since the whole Chuck ordeal, and the Winchesters were getting a bit stir-crazy. So anything to get out of the bunker and stretch their hunter muscles was a welcome distraction.
The drive over from Kansas to Washington had Dean wondering more than once if it was a coincidence that there were so many vampires in the PNW, or if it really was the...Forks of it all. Sam couldn't help but tease his older brother for his apparent Twilight knowledge, but Dean brushed it off. It was a serious concern, as far as he thought. If there were going to be more and more of these blood suckers trying to get their sparkles on - a near-exact quote - should they try and do something about it.
Now that they were here, tracking the nest down, it did not seem as big of a problem as Dean had thought. It was just a small group of vampires. And they seemed older, and very distinctly not Twilight fans. Then again, Sam couldn't help but think as he continued through the brush, he hadn't thought his brother was a Twilight fan...
The thought of his brother had him looking around, realizing he'd lost sight of Dean in his wonderings. He stopped a moment, listening to wind and light rain blowing through the trees. He heard a step just a bit of way behind him and turned quietly to see Dean slipping out of some bushes and waving him over.
"Do you hear that?" the elder Winchester asked once the younger reached him.
Sam stopped again, listening. "What? The rain?"
"No... That... It's someone singing." He looked a bit dazed and confused, staring off back towards where he apparently had come from.
"I don't hear anything," Sam responded, turning to look in the same direction.
"It's coming from over here..." Dean said absentmindedly as he walked forward.
Sam shook his head and followed. They moved quietly through tall ferns and other foliage, and the further they got he thought he could hear something... Yes. It was a song. He couldn't quite make out the words, but it was definitely someone singing. He couldn't help but think that was weird. Who would be singing in the middle of a wooded area? Certainly not the vamps, right?
"Dean!" he quietly admonished, catching his brother's arm and pulling him back just before he walked out of the foliage into the back of one of the very vampires they were tracking.
His brother stopped, looking like he was going to turn and yell at Sam for stopping him, but Sam got him to realize what he had almost done and that seemed to clear his head.
They quietly took in the scene before them. Three vampires, all just standing in the open area under a rather large evergreen. Just...standing. Like they were in some sort of trance...
The brothers shared a confused look. Dean shrugged, motioning that he would take the two straight ahead and Sam should swing around to the left and get the last one. Sam nodded and they silently moved forward. Both brothers had reached their designated target, and were standing right behind them with no reaction whatsoever from the vampires. Machetes raised and - the singing stopped.
The silence seemed to echo and bounce off each raindrop that managed to reach them through the needles of the trees around them. Sam and Dean shared another look. The vampires, now seemingly awake and out of whatever trance they had been in, also shared a look. It was a split moment, practically cartoon-level irony, of monsters and hunters appraising each other, that ended with Sam shrugging at his brother and swinging to chop off the head of the vampire in front of him. Dean quickly followed suit, ganking the first and then, ducking a swing from the other, the second. Quick and easy.
"What the hell was that?" Dean couldn't help but disgruntedly holler. He looked down at the now decapitated bodies lying around him in dismay.
"That...was..." Sam couldn't put his thoughts to words. It was weird. But he didn't want to say it out loud because it didn't seem...an appropriate word.
"That was crap, is what it was." Dean waved his machete, trying to get dripping blood off it. "I was expecting a fight, damn it. Now - it's gonna take more effort finding a spot to burn these things than it did to actually gank 'em!"
"Emmett would never..." Sam mockingly grumbled as he leaned down to start hauling the bodies in front of him away.
Dean had started to lean down as well, but stood up straight and gave his brother a glare. He shook his head and went back to lifting the vampire closest to him. As he turned to carry it over towards a brighter and more open section area, he mumbled under his breath "Damn straight he wouldn't..."
As they diligently carried the now-dead vampires away to burn their bodies in the lessening rain, neither brother noticed the figure peeking at them from behind a large evergreen before drifting back and disappearing in the darkness of the wood.