Decapitation of... who?

Sam’s POV

I looked across at Dean. 

“Where shall we start?” I asked him.

Dean shrugged, looked around, then grinned, “the pool of blood over there?” He suggested pointing. I grimaced. Dean chuckled at my face. I followed him over to the pool, where he bent down at it’s edge. I watched as my brother dipped his finger into the blood.

“Care for a taste?” he joked. I made a face, glaring at him.

“No.”

Dean smirked, and held his bloody finger up to his nose.

“Smells human,” he commented. He licked it delicately. Then made a choking sound and mimed vomiting. “Tastes human,” Dean added with a grimace.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s why I told you not to taste it.”

“It’s compulsory to do so.” Dean replied jokingly, though his face was deadly serious.

“Only when you want to destroy Lilith,” I smirked lightly. Then I remembered the human in the room with us.

“Dean?” I said. “What about Annie?”

“Who?” Dean asked, confused for a moment. “Oh, right.” He looked around at Annie, and gave her a cheeky grin. She seemed to almost freeze for a moment. I smirked. “We’d better go check out the body,” Dean muttered after a while.

“Gary,” Annie corrected him, ducking behind the counter, muttering half formed comments about having to clean up.

 I followed Dean out to Annie’s pick-up. I frowned at the lifeless body sprawled unnaturally on the roof. Around him was badly dented metal, as if he’d been smashed against it by somebody incredibly strong. My observations became even more correct when I noticed a cut on his head, and small specks of blood surrounding him. But he was evidently almost dead when he’d been left.

“There’s an awfully small amount of blood for a wound that large,” Dean noticed.

I nodded.

“It was a vampire,” I told him matter-of-factly.

“You sure?” Dean pressed.

“What else would leave dents like that?” I replied simply.

Dean frowned, then shook his head.

I started to prowl around the outside off the car, searching for more evidence. 

“Who ever it was didn’t bring a car,” I observed. “There’s no skid marks, they got away so quickly.”

“Sammy,” Dean said in a low, warning voice. “Come look at this.”

I threw my eyes over in his direction. Dean had moved around to the other side of the car, and was inspecting something. I hurried over to him. Dean silently handed me a pair of rubber, disposable gloves. Then I noticed what Dean had been staring at so intently. A large message had been written on the side of the car, in what looked like blood.

UL BE NEXT it read WE HAV PLANS FR U

“FR?” I asked, confused.

“Text language,” Dean replied softly, not looking at me. “It’s very straight for done in a hurry.”

“Vampire.” I muttered, “who obviously doesn’t know how to spell.”

“Now’s not the time for jokes,” Dean rebuked me.

“Jerk,” I shot at him.

“Bitch,” Dean replied, in a tired voice.

I just rolled my eyes.

“Do you know what it means?” Dean asked me.

I sighed, raising my eyes to the sky. “No. It’s written in blood though.” I added.

Dean touched the blood gently with his gloved hand. “It’s still wet.” He commented quietly.

“It’s not very old,” I reminded him.

Dean gave a small half-smile. “But what does it mean?” he pressed.

I frowned, shrugging a bit. Then I stepped forward, lightly shoving Dean out of the way. After inspecting the message a bit, I stepped back, and gave Dean a knowing look.

“I think,” I said after a moment, “that we need to talk to Annie.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “I think we do too.” He began to walk towards the bar’s door, then paused and looked back at me, with a slight grin on his face.

“Oh, and Sam, no fake ID’s this time.”

I just laughed and followed him inside.