Never Be Over You (Dean Winchester love story)

Chapter 23

"The radio around here sucks." I say as I reach forward and turn it off. We found out that we have a case in Pennsylvania.

"C'mon man, jobs don't get much weirder than this." Dean says to Sam. Sam is looking through some papers for something but he has to use a flashlight to do so considering its night time.

"Yeah, you know, dead vic with a nawed on neck, body drained of blood and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." I say.

"No, I agree, it's a hell of a case."

"A little more gusto please." Dean says.

"It's just, the world is coming to an end, things are a little complicated."

"Well we can't save the world, not today anyway, but what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads. C'mon man it's like the good old days, honest to goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters, and Ash, got back to tackling straightforward black an white case." We keep driving through the thunderstorm that's above us right now. We get to town by the time it's daylight, before we actually start walking around we make sure that we dress the parts of FBI agents. As we walk into the town's main square, there's live music playing and a lot of people are dressed up.

"We still gotta see the new Raider's movie." Dean says.

"Saw it." Me as Sam say at the same time.

"Without me?"

"You were in hell." I say.

"That's no excuse." We look around a bit.

"Big pretzel." Dean says as he sees a pretzel cart, he walks over there right away. Me and Sam walk over and join him as he gets handed three pretzels, he gives two of them to me and Sam. I start looking around as I eat my pretzel.

"Gutentag." I hear someone say as they walk by us. I turn around to see her walking away so I just keep looking around. I see a big banner that says Oktoberfest on it, well that explains the dressing up.

"Hmm, looks like that's our man." Sam says as he notices a police officer so we walk towards him. By now me and Sam are done our pretzels and Dean is finishing his off.

"Sheriff Deatrick." I say.

"Are the Feds?"

"Agents Angus, Yeung and Bostick." Sam says as we pull out our ID.

"We got a call about your umm problem." I say.

"Right, um, tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd?" We follow him walking to what looks like a hospital and he leads us to the morgue. He opens up one of the doors and pulls out a body.

"Marissa Wright, 26. Terrible, just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs in the big tour season."

"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed." Sam says. Dean moves the victims head to the side and we notice two bite marks.

"What the hell?" Dean says.

"Yeah, you got me, this killer is some kind of grade A wacko right? Some satan worship and Anne Rice reaping gothic psycho vampire wannabe."

"Sheriff, in the report you mentioned a witness." Dean says.

"Well, I wished I didn't, but the witness insisted. That's Ed Bruer. Not exactly what you call reliable." The sheriff pushes the body back in and closes the door. We walk to the little restaurant that we saw when we came into town. We walk in and it is packed with people. We walk straight towards the bar, where the same woman from earlier is working.