HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Seventy seven.

The trio sat at their table in the bar, scoffing on some fries. Sierra wasn't, obviously, so she smoked instead. Dean spoke up after swallowing down his food, "I don't know, man. Looks like we've stumbled onto a midnight showing of Dracula meets Wolf Man. Is that it?"

"I don't know. I mean, Wolf Man seems real enough." Sam replied, glancing around warily, "Makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess."

"Well, if it is somehow real, we're not gonna find them sitting here." Sierra breathed out calmly, "Dracula can't walk in the sun? Werewolves only appear at night on full moons?"

"That's true, yeah," Dean nodded, but frowned, "but werewolves don't grow wolf hair. That's just a myth."

"So, what? You really think we've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?" Sierra quipped, but both brothers looked unsure.

Jamie brought over another round of beer for the brothers, "Looks like you guys are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon." She sadly sighed.

"Yeah, this case just got weird enough for our department." Dean gestured to the 'agents' around him.

"Well, beers are on me." Jamie managed to smile, taking their empty glasses. "Let me know if you need anything." She then went back to work.

Dean grabbed his fresh beer, bringing it to his lips, "Hey, you think this Dracula could turn into a bat? That would be cool."

Sam just gave him a look and rolled his eyes, but Sierra actually looked thoughtful. "And hates garlic bread? Hey, I know I don't eat, but how can one not love garlic bread?"

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Later...

During that night, another attack happened. Sierra scoffed when they got to the 'crime scene'. There was a sarcophagus and apparently the victim got attacked by a mummy.

"This is ridículo." Sierra tutted, inspected the sarcophagus with Sam and Dean. The other police were moving around the place and talking to the sheriff.

Sam then spoke up with a frown, "This sarcophagus isn't ancient." He held up a tag that read, 'THE FX SHOP PROPHOUSE PHILADELPHIA, PA.' "It's from a prop house in Philly."

"Well..." Sierra sighed, taking a small metal bucket from the sarcophagus, "it pairs nicely with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it."

"Is he making his own special effects?" Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, a mummy with a good sense of showmanship." Dean mused and rolled his eyes.

Sierra put the bucket back, groaning, "The dedication is impressive, yet this whole 'hunt' is boring."

"This is stupid." Sam grumbled, turning his flashlight off. "I don't think there's anything else."

"Screw it, I'm going back to the motel." Sierra took her latex gloves off and discarded them, "Call me if you actually find anything worth investigating."

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Like she said, Sierra went back to the motel. It was a bit of a walk, but it was either than or waste her time on a prop-style crime scene. However, as soon as she stepped inside the motel, Dean phoned her and sounded out of breath. But she laughed when he said he had a 'fight with Dracula'.

She sped over to the mini village again, going to the bar. Inside was Dean and Sam sitting opposite Jamie, who looked confused and shaken. From what Dean told her, Jamie was about to get attacked until Sam and Dean rushed in. Sam helped Jamie to safety, whilst Dean dealt with Dracula until he sped away on his moped.