Decapitation of... who?

Sam’s POV

“Yo. Sammy.” Dean said loudly. Pulling open the curtains. I opened my eyes, shielding them from the light.

“Jesus Dean. Can’t one get some sleep?” I complained, trying to roll over, but getting tangled in sheets in the process. I hadn’t slept that well. My dreams had been full of Azazel, fire, and Lucifer. However he’d worked his way in.

“Not the birthday boy,” Dean chuckled.

I frowned, confused. “Birthday boy?”

Dean slapped my leg, which was poking out of the covers. “Stupid.”

“Jerk.” I said.

“Bitch,” Dean replied in a bored voice. “And anyway. It’s May 2nd. It’s your birthday.”

I groaned. I didn’t like birthdays. Dean laughed at my expression.

“Well get up anyway,” Dean said, rather triumphantly, and impatiently. “I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

I grumbled again. “Don’t do that.”

Dean’s smile reached his eyes for the first time in a while. “It’s not every day that you get a birthday like this.”

I growled a bit. “Yeah, in Lawrence. Best birthday in the world.” I said sarcastically.

Dean smirked. “Soak it up.”

I rolled my eyes. “Let’s get this day of torture over,” I said, getting up, and finding some clothes from my duffel bag.

“Let’s hope you don’t mean that literally,” Dean sighed.

I just laughed. “I’m psychic.”

“Stop scaring me!”

I chuckled. 

 Once in the car, Dean drove again, seemingly over his hatred for the mini. 

“Happy birthday to you,” Dean sang, as we drove.

“Shut up,” I growled.

“Happy birthday to you.”

I glared at him.

“Happy birthday dear Sammy,” Dean continued, ignoring my murderous looks.

“Dean!” I exclaimed, suddenly seeing something out the window.

“Happy birthday to you.” Dean finished, not seeing what I was.

“No! Dean seriously!”

Dean looked at me gravely. “What.”

“Pull over!” I just about shouted.

Dean frowned. “Sammy, come on.”

“Just pull over!” I bellowed. Dean obeyed, but his look was still confused. I jumped out before Dean could ask me if I’d gone mad. I ran to where I’d seen the human shape. Lying in the tangled grass, was an oddly distorted body. Dean ran up to me. But stopped when he saw what had caught my attention. He made a disgusted face. 

“This is cheerful,” Dean commented.

I rolled my eyes. It was business time, not some birthday cruise. 

“What’s happened?” Dean asked.

“It’s an f-ing body on the f-ing side of the road,” I replied snappishly. 

Dean crouched down beside the body. “It’s a vampire attack,” he told me. 

“How do you know?” I demanded, joining him. Dean picked up a stick and poked the neck. Revealing several crescent shaped bite marks, still bleeding openly. 

“Oh.” I said. “Any other signs?”

“Does this ditch look natural to you?” Dean asked as a reply. I looked around myself, the crater like ditch was strangely shaped, and the grass was rather flattened.

“Not really,” I said finally. “It’s fresh,” I continued. “See how the grass is still flattened. And it’s a main road, someone should have found it by now.”

“How the hell did you know that?” Dean looked surprised.

“I used to live here,” I pointed out.

“At six months old, yeah.”

I just huffed slightly and stalked back to the car. “We’ll call someone to come pick him up.”

 We picked up some pie from the local bakery and headed back to the hotel.