𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

082

I stir a bit, snuggling into my hard pillow with a small smile glued to my face. It was warm, radiating heat, and smelled of whiskey and leather. I was in bliss. It reminded me of Dean. I missed laying in bed with him—he made sleeping easy. Without him, I had nightmare after nightmare. Dream after dream about a pair of yellow eyes. But today I didn't.

"Sam, Jennifer, Dean, let's go." John's hard voice pops my little bubble of bliss like a sharp needle. I groan and snuggle further into my pillow, tightening my hold.

"Five more minutes, Johnny."

"No, get off my son, and let's go. I picked up a police call." My eyes snap open at his words and the sound of sleepy groans coming from next to me. The first thing I come face to face with is a hard chest. I fly up into a sitting position and stare at John with wide eyes. He stands there, looking at me with a knowing smirk, as he slides on his jacket.

"What happened?" Sam asks from the other bed. My eyes trail down to the body beside me and I blush deeply at the sight of Dean slowly waking up, rubbing his eyes like a child.

That explains so much.

"A couple called 911. They found a body in the street. Cops got there. Everyone was missing. It's the vampires."

"How do you know?" Sam groans tiredly as I get up and slide on my boots.

"Just follow me, okay?" John says, walking out to his truck. Sam follows him, all discombobulated as he tries to put on his jacket, still half asleep.

"Sam! Your shoes, beb!" I call with a laugh, tossing his boots at him. He turns to me just in time to catch them. He gives a small thanks and walks out. I shake my head and move for my denim jacket.

"Vampires." Dean scoffs as he puts on his own boots. "It gets funnier every find I hear it."

"Yeah, well, they're anything but fun, hun." I smile, walking out the door as I slide my jacket on.

We arrive at the scene—one or two cop cars, some officers on the road, and the couple's car with no couple or clues as to what took them. At least that's what the cops think. But thanks to my great hawk like eyes, I find some very useful information that can help us hunters.

"Told you it's the vampires." I gloat, smiling widely as we walk back to the brothers. John shakes his head and looks down at me with a small smile.

"I never said they weren't."

"Yeah, but I know you like proof so..."

"Whatta you got?" Dean asks. John and I break our eye contact so we could look at him. He looks irritated almost as he looks between John and I and I couldn't understand why.

"It was them all right. It looks like they're heading west. We'll have to double back to get around that detour." John tells them.

"How can you be so sure?" Sam asks.

"Sam-" Dean starts.

"I just want to know we're going in the right direction."

"We are." John says shortly. I roll my eyes.

"How do you know?"

"Cool your jets, Sam. Look." I pull out the tooth I found near the couples car. Dean takes it carefully and I swear I feel sparks against my fingertips. I quickly retract my hand.

"It's a...vampire fang." Dean says. I bob my head side to side.

"Eh, it's more like a tooth from its second row of teeth. Whole mouth—full of them. They descend when they are about to attack." I explain.