The Devil You Know - SPN

Chapter Four

The One With The Confused Vampire

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I glanced at the paper in my hands and then back at Dean, who was sitting opposite me reading through an old leather bound journal.

Sam walked through the doorway, "Got anything?"

Dean glanced back up at him, "I looked for a while and, bupkis."

Sam looked at me expectantly, "Carmen?"

"Oh, right, yeah. I might've found something," I stuttered.

Dean looked up at me, twisting so he was sitting upright and Sam leaned against the doorway.

"Alright, whatcha' got?" Dean asked.

"A couple kids went missing a month back about an hour from here," I replied, shifting through the papers in my hands.

Dean nodded, "Alright, how do you know this is our kind of stuff?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I sighed, "Because since then kids have been disappearing left right and center."

"That could still just be some sick-" he began but I cut him off.

"If you interrupt me again, I swear to God." He held up his hands in surrender.

"The kid's bodies are found around a month after they go missing completely drained of blood." I finally finished.

"Sounds like vamps'," Dean and I said together. I glanced up at him and he smiled, shaking his head.

Sam nodded, "Where?"

"Granite, Iowa," I replied, glancing up at him.

"Alright, let's go, Buffy," Dean said standing and gesturing for me to do the same.

*

I fell asleep almost as soon as Dean turned the ignition, the gentle hum of the motor lulling me into unconsciousness. I awoke slowly, the gentle glow of the sun in the afternoon shining through the windows onto my face.

I opened my eyes and stretched my back, glancing at the clock.6 pm. Great, I'm never going to be able to fall asleep tonight.

"Morning, sunshine," Dean said, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror.

"We can't still be driving," I replied, glancing out the window, "are you driving out to dump my body or something? Granite's only a few hours from Bobby's."

They both chuckled, "We stopped for a few hours and left you asleep in the car," Sam answered.

I nodded, wrinkling my nose once I noticed the music. Classic rock was quietly playing through the car's speakers, the lead singer yelling quietly.

"What?" Dean demanded, "you don't like Zeppelin?"

I met his eyes, "No, no I don't."

He furrowed his eyebrows, incredulously before shaking his head, "Is it too late to turn around?" He asked Sam, who was staring out the window with a small smile on his lips.

Sam just chuckled, shaking his head.

*

"You're joking right?" Dean asked, staring at me incredulously.

"No, there's nothing appealing about it," I replied, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

"What isn't good about pie?" He practically yelled, turning to look at Sam who was heavily invested in whatever he was doing on his laptop.