Lucky One [ON HOLD]

Chapter Five: You're Such a Dweeb

*AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this is so short but the next chapter is so good, it had to be its own thing so I apologize in advance! I know I said I wasn't gonna update until I had 100 reads but I really wanted to update. But seriously, I feel really bad, but I will not update until I get 100 reads. Thanks!*

After getting ready, they finally drove into town, a small, quaint rural place, with a few local diners and stores. They pulled the Impala over to the side of the road, stopping at the funeral home.

"Okay, Sam, you go and check on the vics, Nicole and I will walk down to the police station to see if they have any leads," Dean said, after they had all gotten out of the car. Sam nodded.

"Okay, I'll catch up with you guys later. Call me if you find anything." He turned and walked into the building, pulling out his badge. Dean turned to face Nicole.

"Shall we?" He asked, gesturing down the street. She laughed.

"You're such a dweeb," she teased, walking with him.

"I know."

"Is everything okay with you and Sam?" She asked tentatively. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Nicole sighed.

"Why do you keep being so mean to him? Currently, he is not hallucinating Satan, he isn't lying to us, at least I hope not, so what's up?" She stopped walking and crossed her arms.

"Nothing! I mean, nothing!" He said too quickly.

"Okay, whatever weirdo, let's just go to the police station? See what we can find." Dean nodded, sighing in relief she didn't pry anymore. They continued walking down the street in silence, but Nicole slipped her hand into Dean's. In a few minutes, they had arrived to the station. Dean started to open the door, but Nicole stopped him.

"What?" He asked, noting her concerned expression.

"What if I mess up? I haven't done many cases..." She looked down and trailed off.

"Hey," he said, putting his hand on her chin and lifting her head up. "You'll do great." She gave a weak smile.

"Thanks Dean." She gave him a hug and opened the door.

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"So, what can you tell me about the bodies?" Sam asked. The mortician pulled open one of the many drawers against the morgues walls, revealing the mangled body of the man depicted in the newspaper.

"Well, as you can see, there were two distinct bite marks in the neck, and he appears to have been sucked dry. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t seen many wild animal attacks like this." Sam nodded.

"Were the other victims like this?"

"Yes, actually."

"Would you mind getting me their files too?" The man nodded and walked away to the next room. Sam pulled out his phone and called Dean.

"Hey," Dean said, picking up the phone.

"Hey, it's vamps."

"Yeah, we know. We asked around at the station and the most popular theory is a rabid dog, so we're getting nowhere here. Let's meet up at that diner a few blocks down here, Benny's?"

"Okay, sounds good. I'm almost done here; I'll be there in 5." He hung up his phone just as the mortician came back, holding several file folders in his hands.

 "Here you go." He handed them to Sam and he nodded in thanks.