The Monsters In Our Heads (Book 7 Arrow/SPN Crossovers)

Colliding Pasts

I let it drop, it wasn't any of my business anyway. Sam had a lot more downtime now and I wasn't hovering over him so if he was out exploring possibilities and living a little I wasn't going to give him shit about it. I'd always told him to lighten up, maybe he was. Hell, with the Mustang he'd probably have even more chicks falling all over him. I kind of hoped he'd use it to it's fullest extent, he basically had his own place and his own wheels now. Not that I'd expected him to take chicks to the Bunker, he knew better, but it changed how you looked at the world when you had a home and your own things. I'd found that out over the last year.

"Got the vids of the houses?" He asked Gerald.

"Yup, right here." Gerald opened his laptop up and pulled up a vid and hit play. They were all outside shots of the houses, one looked to be in an abandoned housing complex that someone had probably started on and lost funding for. The other two were the usual ramshackle houses out in the middle of nowhere. Oklahoma was full of those.

"The one in the housing complex," I said, "How many vamps hanging out there?"

"The majority of them, which is weird. It's not exactly out of the way. It's hard to get a good count, they're in and out of there a lot. I hiked up there and hung out in a house across the street one day. It's a weird set up Dean, if I didn't know better I'd say they're organizing more than being a nest. Lots of them walking out, looking all serious and on their phones. There's a couple that seem to be in charge that hang out there most of the time. And the kills I found, not enough to support that many vamps. Maybe they're doing bagged blood to try to keep a low profile, or hiding bodies a lot better than they usually do."

He had caught a few of them walking in and out on the vid and I saw what he meant. They weren't casually moving around, they had a purpose and some of them didn't seem to stay all that long. "I see what you mean. What about the other two houses? Less in and out going on there?"

"Yeah, those seem to be more their sleeping quarters."

This wasn't going to be a quick job. I was hoping to get back to the Bunker that night but I didn't like what I saw and Sam didn't either. We looked at each other, already planning the next part. "The headquarters first," I said, "We need to get a better read on this." 

He nodded, "Yeah. Well at least none of them will recognize the car."

"True. Park a few streets over, we'll hang out in one of the other houses for an hour or two like Gerald did. Leave a window open see what we can hear."

"Sounds good."

"We'll get you guys a room," Sherm offered.

"Okay, this is going to take a while. Sorry, was hoping this would be a quick thing with this many hunters."

"No worries Dean," Joey said. "Didn't really want to hit the road again today anyway, better safe than vampire chow."

"Got a point there. Back in a bit." Sam and I walked out. "Could just be a nest," I said. "A nest that seems to like sending it's members out on errands a lot."

"During the day? Sure, the sun doesn't kill them but they still avoid it at all costs. Something's up."

"Of course it is, I only get the completely screwed up hunts. I'm seriously starting to think it's me. You've been on your own for a year and it seems like nothing really strange has happened to you. I'm back less than a day and we have some sort of vampire mob going on. You did notice they seemed a bit more professionally dressed than most vamps usually are." The ones Gerald had got shots of all looked like yuppies, no bikers types or lost souls. If you didn't know they were vamps you'd think they were on their way to work.