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    It was months after Castiel had passed away, Dean went through what happened thousands of times. He hated how he’d reacted to Castiel’s confession, he tried burying those feelings, those thoughts. He looked over to his alarm clock, it had gone off hours ago, but he didn’t want to move. Before he could try to talk himself into waking up he heard a knock on the door and a familiar voice to follow.
“Dean, it’s been days. You need to at least eat something.” Dean sighed,
“Go away, Sam.” Sam opened the door, Dean didn’t bother to lock it. Dean was curled up on his bed, completely motionless other than his chest which slowly moved up and down.
“I made you some break- well, lunch..” Sam sat the plate on Dean’s desk.
“Sam, please, just leave me alone.” Dean said shakily.
“Okay..” Sam replied. It broke him to see Dean like this. Sam shut the door behind him, Dean didn’t bother to even look at his food. Sam sat in the main room of the bunker, looking through police reports trying to find a case. He found a news report from Gig Harbor, Washington.
Serial killer strikes again! Two found dead, throats ripped out, police are stumped!
Sam began looking further into the case finding five others like the two.
“Vampire.” Sam said quietly to himself. He looked over to the hallway, half expecting Dean to walk out and find a new witty way to say ‘Good afternoon.’ Only to be disappointed with silence. Sam moved his hair back and stood up, searching around for his duffle bag and sitting it on the table. He walked into his room and grabbed some clothes. Once he had packed up everything in a duffle bag, he knocked on Dean’s door not opening it,
“Hey, Dean, I found a case in Gig Harbor, Washington. It sounds like a Vampire, I’ll leave the Impala if you decide to join me.”
“Okay.” Dean said, having no emotion in his voice. Sam sighed before walking away.
Sam started an older, rusty blue car and drove away. He pulled into the Home Motel, and walked into the lobby. He was met by a young woman with bright green eyes that reminded him of his brother’s eyes, and dark curly hair that reached past her shoulders, and light skin.
“Hello, Sir, how can I help you?” The lady asked.
“I need a single room for a week, please.” Sam replied, pulling out a credit card. The lady smiled and nodded,
“Of course, You’re in room 77, here’s your key.” Sam smiled, swiped the credit card and took the key before leaving the lobby. It was already dark outside when he got to Washington so he decided to get to his room and ask around the next day. Sam entered the room and sat his bag on the floor. He sighed and flopped down on the bed, quickly falling asleep.
Sam finally woke up to the sun in his face. Sam rubbed his eyes and rolled reluctantly out of bed. As he stood up and stretched, he looked over to the alarm clock. The clock flashed green letters that read 6:27 A.M. Sam grabbed his bag and shifted through it to find his F.B.I. suit and badge. He took around 30 minutes to shower and get dressed. Sam thought about how he’d left his brother in the state that he was in. He clicked on his phone and went to contacts, clicking on Dean’s name. The phone rang for a moment before Dean picked up,
“What do you want, Sammy?” It’s been a while since Dean used that nickname for Sam and hearing it made Sam smile.
“Hey, Dean, I made it to Washington. I just wanted to check on you. Have you eaten anything?” Dean sighed,
“Yeah, I ate a beer.” Dean paused before correcting himself, “Five beers.” Sam’s smile vanished,
“Dean, please, just eat a sandwich. For me?”
“Fine, Sammy.” Dean replied, Sam only now realizing he was slurring his words.
“Bye, Dean.” Sam sighed.
“Bye, Sammy!” Dean hiccuped. Sam hung up the phone holding in his frustration.
Sam walked into the morgue, an older man, with glasses and a wrinkly light face, dark brown eyes, and gray hair, straightened up on hearing the door.
“Can I help you?” He said with a worn-out and tired but stern and deep voice. Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge,
“Yeah, I’m Agent Plant, F.B.I. I’m here about the recent victims, the ones with their throats ripped out.” Sam showed the older man his badge. The man nodded and pointed down the hall without saying anything.
“Thanks.” Sam began walking down the hall the man pointed towards.
Sam looked at the victims, double checking if the report left anything out. Thankfully, nothing new. Sam walks out of the room of the victims.
“Do you know where I can find the families of the victims?” Sam asked the man who was looking at some papers. The man looked up at Sam,
“Most of the victims didn’t have families. Kendya Smith was the only one, it was just her and her mother, Jane Smith. Jane lives on Ridgeway, she’s pretty reclusive.” Sam thanked the morgue worker and left for Jane Smith’s house.
Once he got to Jane’s house he knocked on the door. A short, dark woman with hazel eyes and black, curly hair that reached the middle of her back opened the door. She had obviously been crying, but gave Sam a soft smile anyway.
“Can I help you?” She asked politely.
“Yes, are you Jane Smith?” Sam asked, reaching into his pocket. Jane nodded,
“Yeah, and you are?” Sam pulled out his badge and showed it to Jane.
“Special Agent Plant. I wanted to talk to you about your daughter, Kendya Smith.” Sam replied.
“I thought the police said that it was an animal attack?” Jane asked, concerned.
“Yes, but we have to explore every possibility.” Sam answered.
“Oh, well then, come in and have a seat.” Jane opened the door and stepped aside, letting Sam in. Sam nodded and smiled.
“Would you like something to drink?” Jane offered. Sam put a hand up and politely declined. Jane nodded as she shut the door behind her and showed Sam to the living room where he sat on her couch. Jane sat on the couch next to the one Sam was sitting on.
“Miss Smith, what can you tell me about Kendya?” Sam began.
Jane and Sam talked for a couple minutes about Kendya. Kendya was only fourteen, she was kind and very patient. Kendya was an amazing student and volunteered at the park near their house, which is where her body and the others were found. Sam nodded and asked questions when necessary, and when Jane needed a minute to calm down he would wait patiently.
“Miss Smith, thank you for your time.” Sam stood up as Jane smiled her soft smile,
“It’s no problem, and Agent..”
“Yes, Miss Smith?” Jane stood up and walked Sam to the door as she spoke,
“If this wasn’t an animal attack, you find the psychopath that did this to my Kendya and put them away for life. Okay?” Jane was sad and angry, and meant every word she said. Sam nodded, before leaving. He still had a lot of time left in the day, but decided to go back to the motel to do research on the park that Jane mentioned, Crescent Creek Park.
Sam looked into the disappearances that happened in the park, finding that they went as far back as the 1920’s.
“Great, a whole pack of vampires that have been around for over a hundred years…” Sam thought to himself. Sam knew he would need help with this and decided to call his brother. The phone rang for a bit before it went to voicemail. Sam sighed,
“Dean, the case I’m working on I could really use your help with. It’s a pack of vampires. Call me back for more details.” Sam ended the call and sat his phone on the table, he thought about calling Eileen for help but she was working a ghoul case in Maine. Bobby and Charlie were in Colorado dealing with a rugaru, Sam tried to contact other hunters but they were all busy. Sam sighed, and decided he would have to figure out how many vamps there were and take them out himself.
He spent the rest of the day at Crescent Creek finding out where the vampires were hiding and how many there might be. Sam found an old runned down house and had only counted about twelve vampires before going back to the motel to try and figure out how to handle this by himself.
Sam finally decided to get some sleep and work it out the next day.
Sam heard a knock on the door, he was laying on the motel bed on his back with his legs hanging off the bed, he turned his head to the door when he heard the knock again. He stood up and opened the door to see a familiar face wearing a smile.
“Hello.” He put up a hand.
“Jack!” Sam said surprised but happy to see Jack,
“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.
“I was wondering if you could take care of someone for me, I have to help Amara with something and she’s preferred that we work on it alone.” Jack replied.
“I don’t need a babysitter, I could’ve booked a hotel room for a while and take care of myself.” Sam heard another older familiar voice, that was hidden behind the rest of the door. Sam opened the door more to see Gabriel standing with Jack.
“Hiya Sammy.”