Super Shorties

Mimic:1

"You're the Winchesters aren't you! I've heard so much about you!" Dean cast a glance at the girl who approached them at the bar and looked to Sam clearly asking "What the fuck?" Sam shrugged meeting his brother's eyes and turned to the blond, one arm leaning against the edge of the counter. "Look, whoever you think we are, we aren't okay?" At the name Winchester, a man stood from the corner of the room and made for the back door. "He's on the move. Circle around, I'll tail him." Both men stood towering over the young woman who couldn't have been older than eighteen. "Woah you're tall." She gasped staring up at them. "And busy, excuse us." Dean was already following the man out the back door as Sam tossed a twenty on the counter and headed for the front exit. "Wait for me! I can help!" The girl spun on her heel and chased after Sam tugging on his jacket sleeve. "I highly doubt it." He tossed over his shoulder pushing his way through the doors of the tavern.

The night air was cool and crisp and a light breeze ruffled both Sam and the girl's hair as it fluttered through the trees at the edge of the lot. Circling the building at a quick and stealthy trot the younger Winchester brother drew a gun from the waistband of his jeans. "Bullets won't do much good against vampires." Sam whirled around and pointed the gun at the girl's chest. "And how would you know?" He demanded looking her over carefully. "Because I've been watching." Was the enigmatic answer. "Unless that little toy of yours fires darts laced with dead man's blood... It does! Oh that is beautiful!" The girl smiled widely showing straight white teeth, no hint of a fang. "Are you a hunter?" Sam asked relaxing his position. "Eh... no not really..." The girl stuck out a hand startling the Winchester. "I'm Mimi by the way, nice to meet you." With a sigh Sam took her tiny hand in his own. "Sam, but I guess you know that. Now if you'll excuse me-"

"No need, I know where their nest is." Sam stared at the girl half turned to leave to find his brother. "Why didn't you say so?" He shoved his gun back in his wait band flipping the hem of his shirt over to conceal it. "Cause you didn't ask." Mimi said on a shrug. Sam almost bitch-faced the girl but shook his head instead and pulled out his phone and dialed. "Hey Dean, you know that girl at the bar? She said she knows where the nest is. I'm going back to the motel the chat with her meet me there." He peered at the screen for a moment then slid it in a pocket. "Come on, its a short walk." Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets Sam lead the girl away from the bar.

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"Sonofabitch!" Dean swore angrily yanking at the ropes that bound his hands behind his back. The last thing he remembered was taking off the head of the vamp from the bar. "Easy now, you don't want to hurt yourself." A middle aged man stepped out of the shadows and smiled at Dean. "Welcome to our home, which you little hunter would gladly burn to the ground." He pulled over a chair and sat backwards in it facing Dean. "Do you know how many hunters I've met?" Dean glared at the vampire. "Probably none because your punk ass is still walkin'." He growled. "Ha ha! He's got you there Jimmy!"

"Shut up! Its an intimidation tactic!" Jimmy snapped at a younger man who leaned easily against the door frame. "Do you know who I am?" Dean asked leaning forward in his bonds smiling. "I'm Dean Winchester."

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Sam lead Mimi to a small hotel four blocks down and popped open the door to room 15 letting her enter before him. "Nice place you've go-" Her words died as she crumpled unconscious to the dirty carpet. Sam tucket his gun back in his pants and stepped around her prom form. Swiftly he pulled her inside and shut the door locking it behind himself.

Slowly Mimi opened her eyes and blinked a few times then groaned. "Was hitting me over the head absolutely necessary?" She whined, cringing at the bright lights. "You tell me, since you know us so well." Sam said cooly from where he sat in the edge of one twin sized bed. "Why am I in chains? I thought we we're getting along great." She dropped her head down to her chest trying to avoid the lights that made her head throb. "I saw your eyes on my phone camera. Are those silver chains comfortable, shifter?" Mimi chuckled and shook her head wincing again. "You are quick, but your only half right." She took Sam's puzzled look as permission to continue. "I am a mimic. Hence my name. I can't shift my appearances but I can mimic voices, sounds, actions, mannerisms, and characteristics. And yes actually these chains are lovely. So thoughtful of you." Sam frowned at the girl's sass. "I've never heard of that being possible." He said at length. "I am a pure blooded shifter. Both my parents were shifters, actually I think you met my mother... By keeping silver on me at all times I can't change my shape, I don't really want to, but because I'm a pure blood and my father is the alpha even with silver I can still mimic." Mimi looked Sam in the eyes her head no longer throbbing. "And yes, in case you were wondering, this is my true form."