Random Supernatural RP, Part 1

Chapter 2

Artie: *Goes to yet another crime scene, this one appearing to be a vampire victim.* So there is a vamp hanging around....

Sean: Who was that guy?

Artie: Not now. I'll explain later. *From the corner of his eyes he sees.... AN IMPALA.*

Dean: "I hate it when they beat us to the scene. Let's just hang out here this time, wait til they leave."

Artie: *After all the workers have started to pack up and leave.*

Sean: Time to go.

Artie: *Staring at Dean.* I'll catch up.

Sean: *Glowers.*

Artie: Trust me.

Sean: *Deep sigh.* Call if you're in trouble. *Leaves Artie.*

Dean: *Sits in the car waiting for the stubborn short person to leave. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.* "Oh come on! Just freaking leave already!"

Artie: *Grins and crosses his arms. Making himself comfortable on the bench.*

Sam: ....I don't think he's moving.

Dean: "Damn it!" *Turns the car on, and drives off.*

Sam: "What are you doing? You know dad's number one rule; never pass on a hunt!"

Dean: "I know that Sammy. I'm just seeing if he'll still be there in a couple of hours."

Sam: "You know that most of the evidence will be swept away by then, don't you?"

Dean: "Yeah, but we've had challenges before Sam. I mean Lucifer; can't get much more challenging than that!"

Sam: "What about the Leviathans; they were a challenge."

Dean: "Yeah, until we found out that we could seriously lay the hurt on them with Borax!"

Sam: "Touché."

*A couple hours later, Artie appears to have left*

Dean: "I told you so."

Sam: *Rolls his eyes.* "Lets just get to work." *Gets out of the Impala, and makes his way to where the body was. Sees that there was plenty of blood from the bloodstain. Looks around some more to see that there had been someone standing in a copse of bushes. Walks over to confirm this. Happens to spot a piece of fabric clinging to the trees along with a fang.* Hmmm. A vampire that likes to take a chomp on trees? That's weird.

Dean: "Well Bigfoot? What do you got?"

Sam: *Shows Dean what he found.* "You were right; there is a job here."

Dean: *Lightly but firmly swats Sam.* "I told you so!"

*A click is heard behind Dean.*

Artie: You can stop right there chaps.

Dean: Damn! *Turns around, and quickly drew his gun from the back of his pants while turning around. Turns the safety off and cocks it while turning around. Aims it at Artie* "Chaps? Last time I checked we weren't in France!"

Sam: "Um, Dean_."

Artie: Its british terminology you uneducated twat! *Pulls out a pocket knife and points it under his ribcage.* Now you better drop that before I dissect you.

Dean: *Lets out a slight sigh when he feels the knife on him. Uncocks his gun, and drops it.* No need for a misfire. *Glares down at Artie.*

Sam: *Methodically moving his way behind Artie. Points the barrel of his own gun at the back of Arties head.* "Looks like you've messed with the wrong people. Now, unless you want your brains splattered about, I'd uncock that gun of yours, and toss it."