Where The Road Leads Us

Tattoos

The black sky blankets the small town of Wisconsin, white speckles of light scattered throughout it. The atmosphere was something out of a horror movie, a light fog lingering through the streets, the grass wet and dewy. But that wasn't the only thing giving that atmosphere.
   Heavy breaths fill the air, fast feet pitter pattering against the asphalt sidewalk, small droplets of blood following the trail.
   "Shit shit shit!" A soft but strong voice speaks breathily, panting as they run. They're injured. A deep gash in their lower abdomen bled, bleeding profusely as they ran. Looking around the area they spotted a close by car, a way to get away.
   "Grab her you morons!!!" A man calls out, speeding behind her. A vampire. His short raven hair moving along with the wind as he bolted towards her, ultimately catching up, tackling her body to the floor.
   She cries out, the pressure of his body pushing down onto her wound. Looking down at the man she tries to kick away, clawing at the concrete. But it was no use, he was too strong.
   Grabbing her ankle he pulls her towards him, a menacing smile stapled to his face, "your mine girly" he cackles.
   Clawing and pulling she cries out, she needed help, and no one was around, why was no one around. "HELP!! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!!" she screams, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.
   "God I'm famished, wonder what a young girl like yourself tastes like" he snickers.
   Looking up at the man in horror, dozens of long gang like teeth rip from his gums, his eyes turning a glowing silver, reflecting off the moonlight. What the fuck?!
   Stunned she stares in fear, giving him the chance hes been waiting for. Grabbing her by her blonde locks, hair falling from between his fingers, he forces her to his face, his long teeth sinking into her shoulder as he rips his head back with one quick movement.
   An ear shattering scream rips from her throat as she feels the muscle get tore from the tendon in her shoulder.

   Dean and Sam where just enjoying their drinks, well, Sam was, Dean was enjoying the ladies around the bar.
   Leaned over against the wall, Dean stared down at a blonde woman, dressed in a tube top and low cut shorts, a real 'hottie' in his opinion. "So, what do you say we get out of here, have a little fun at my place?" He suggests, wiggling his brows.
   Giggling, she smiles, setting down her glass with a clink, "I think that's an excellent idea". She walks past him, flirtatiously running her hand along his arm as she passes.
   Turning, his eyes looking her up and down, his eyes eventually locking onto her ass, he smiles, "then let's get going baby".
   Sam on the other hand, he was busy on his laptop, sipping on his whiskey, looking for the next case to work on. Mindlessly scrolling through pages and pages of weird articles and websites. That was until he thought he heard something, someone.
   His head spinning around, he looked around the bar, examining everyone around him. His eyes scattered to the people laughing and enjoying themselves to people arguing over lost poker games.
   That's not what he heard though. He heard something else, something that made his stomach churn. Somthing was wrong.
   Then again, but this time he wasn't the only one who heard it. A scream. A few other people turned, looking around, but none payed any mind, going back to their activities. But Sam, Sam knew that sound.
   On his way to the door Dean follows after the girl, but unfortunately get yanked away by the collar, pulled to the side. Looking, he sees the worried face on his dear younger brother.
   His face dropping slightly, his eyes confused, he looks to his brother, "Sammy what's wrong?" He questions. "Dean somthings wrong, I heard a scream, we need to go" he says in a slightly panicked tone, pulling his brother outside the door.
   Pulling back he continues to question his brother, "Wrong? Scream? Sam I didn't hear a scream, wait now hold on-". He grabs his brother, pulling him to a stop, "Sam calm down, I think you just had too much to drink, let's go home and get you some sleep okay?". But still, Sam insists he heard something, "Dean no! You don't get it, I heard a-".
   There it was, the scream. Looking up Sam cuts himself off, looking around before looking to his brother to see if he heard it too. But it was clear on his face he had.
  "P-PLEASE HELP!" the scream shouts, slowly dying down at the end. Immediately the two brothers take off into the direction of the sound, it was close by, someone needed help and they were dead set on helping.
The quick clattering of their boots echo through the alley, both racing towards the scream. "Over here!" Sam urges to Dean, hearing rustling in a near by parking lot.
Both turning the corner they stand in utter shock. 
   A woma stands there, hand chest deep in the culprit, the other two decapitated on the ground along the blonde, dead. The blood pools glistened off the light of the moon, reflecting everything around it like a crimson mirror.
   Ripping her hand from their chest, a line of blood travels down her inked arms, dropping onto the cement below, the body falling to the side, landing with a loud thump. "Who the he-" Dean starts, but unfortunately it catches her attention.
   Turning she quickly pulls a 45. mm out, aiming it directly at his head, her chocolatey brown eyes locked and narrowed, "how many more of you bitches do I need to kill?" She cocks, smiling snarkily.
   Sam raises his hands, attempting to show that they weren't the threats, "woah woah woah, were not one of them!" He defended, his eyes quickly jolting over to the bodies, seeing the reminisce of their fangs, "we're not vampires".
   Tilting her head she looked back at the bodies.
A mistake
   Quickly and efficiently, Dean grabs her wrist and twists it behind her back, the gun clattering to the floor. Pressing her up against the cold brick, he chuckles, his mouth up against her ear, "okay tattoos, feisty one aren't ya?". Grabbing Dean's arm, Sam pulls Dean off of her, giving him a narrowed look, "dude! She's clearly another hunter, she was just being careful! Back off!" He growls.
   Grunting, she pulled herself away from the wall, rubbing her wrist, "nah it's good, your quick" she chuckles. She looks to the boys then back at the bodies, staring off at them, "got here too late, one got away, she's gone" she says. She had to admit, she was pretty disappointed in herself, she could have saved her, but she was too slow to arrive. Plus she got injured in the process, amateur.
   Looking down, Sam saw a patch of blood in the back of her right calf, tilting his head as he tries to get a closer look, "are you hurt?". If they got in contact with her blood, this wouldn't end very well. But fortunately they didn't, "nah, it's just a small cut, they pushed me into one of the wrecked cars over there and a piece of metal got me" she responds, peering down at the injury. It wasn't that bad, some stitches were definitely in order.
   Being the caring person he was, Sam looked at the woman and offered some aid, "we have some supplies back where we're staying, we could help fix you up if you need it". Turning she looks to the eldest, then back at Sam, did they just offer her help? Wow, these guys are really trusting. It's dangerous to be this trusting, but she wasn't complaining, she did in fact need the help, "yeah if you wouldn't mind, but first I need names, I can't just call you guys big foot and short stuff now can I?" She chuckles.
   Laughing, Sam looks to dean, his eyes rolling as he hears his little nick name (pun intended), "I'm Sam, this is my older brother Dean" he introduces. Smiling she holds her hand out, "Names Cory, Cory Jackson". Sam squinted, huh, her last name sounded familiar. "I don't know, I like tattoos better" Dean shoots, wiggling his brows playfully at her.