Prequel: Carry On My Wayward Son.

Ch 11: Anything but Dracula.

I slept in the car all day. I war tired and shaken up still. That night, Sam woke me up when Dean pulled into  a motel. "I'm gong to get dinner. I'll give you and Dean some time to talk about whatever you've got gong on."

"Okay, thanks," I yawned, grabbing my bag and elephant, and exiting the car.  Dean was unlocking the door to one of the rooms.

"Where are we?" I asked as we walked in.

"No where special," He shrugged, kicking off his shoes. "It's just that I was falling asleep at the wheel."

"Gotcha."

"Yeah, do I think we should talk about us."

"You, Dean Winchester, want to talk about feelings?" I smiled, sitting on the bed next to him.

"No, not feelings," He laughed, "Just what we're gonna do with them."

"What do you want to do with them?"

"Well there's plenty is like to do with them," He smirked. "But what do you want to do with them?"

"How many relationships have you had, Dean?"

"Two." He replied. "But they weren't really.. real."

I nodded,"And you're twenty six? Okay, we've got done work to do."

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to be a boyfriend," I giggled, "Because obviously it didn't come naturally to you."

"You've got a lot of work to do," He chuckled. "I guess it's a good thing you're stuck with me."

I smiled, kissed his cheek, and headed to the bathroom. Before I closed the door, I peeked around it and looked at Dean. "By the way, I'm never peeing in the woods again."

He laughed and laid back on the bed. "Absolutely not."

By the time I got out of the bathroom, Sam was already back, carrying two brown bags of a Chinese food. I sat next to Dean, smiling, "Chinese is my favorite."

"I know," Dean told me, trying to smile sweetly but it looked kind of awkward, "That's why I told him to get it."

"You guys are so cute," Sam said, but he sounded irritated.

We dug in, then decided to find something to do for the next day. Sam and I searched through the internet while Dean looked over a newspaper.

Dean folded the paper and sighed, "Well dude. Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What've you got?"

"Well, we've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived."

"Sounds more like 'That's Incredible' than, uh, 'Twilight Zone'. What else you got?"

"Ahh, man in Colorado, local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home." I nodded.

"Elkins? I know that name." Dean said, rubbing his.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Sam shrugged.

"Sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first they said it was some sort of bear attack and now, they've found some signs of robbery."

Dean began flipping through his dads journal, "There, check it out." There was a phone number under the name Elkins.

"You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam asked.

"It's a Colorado area code."

Because it was in John's journal, we decided to waste no time and head out that night. It was snowing, I was freezing, but we made it to his cabin. I picked the lock with a bobby pin and revealed a mess inside.