From the Ashes [Supernatural] {4}

5.1 Monster Movie

"Hey, wake up."

I groaned, opening my eyes to see I fell a sleep in the Impala at the backseat. I glared at Sam in the passenger seat, "What?"

"We got to Pennsylvania," Sam said.

I looked at Dean as he turned off the radio, "The radio around here sucks. Come on, guys. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained off blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire."

"No, I-I agree. It's a hell of a case," Sam said.

"A little more gusto, please," I said, rolling my eyes.

Dean pointed a thumb over his shoulder at me as he spoke to Sam, "See, she gets me."

"It's just . . . the world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?" Sam said. 

"Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway," I said, "But what we can do, is chop off some vamps' heads."

"That's my girl," Dean said and looked at Sam before back at the road, "Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case."

I tilted my head, "Huh. I don't want to comment on that." Sam and Dean exchanged an amused look before looking back at the road and I smirked.

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By morning, my brothers and I were at the Oktoberfest 2008 Town square. Dean, Sam and I were dressed as Federal Agents.

"You know, we still got to see the new Raiders movie," I said.

"Saw it," Dean said.

"Me, too," Sam said.

I looked between them in incredulously, "Without me?"

"You were in Hell," Dean said.

"That's no excuse," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest with a pout.

"Don't pout," Dean said, "It's adorable."

"Shut up, I'm angry now," I said, looking away to see a cart with big pretzel, "Ooh, big pretzel." I walked past my brothers toward the man with the cart. I bought three pretzels from vendor as Sam and Dean walked closer. "Thank you," I told the vendor before handing the two other pretzels to my brothers.

"Thank you," Sam said before the three of us took a bite. 

A woman in uniform walked past us, "Guten tag."

"'Guten tag' yourself," Dean replied with his mouth full.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as Sam scoffed. I looked toward the sheriff who was talking to a couple. I nodded to the man as I spoke to my brothers, "Looks like that's our man."

My brothers and I walked up to him as the couple walked away. "Sheriff Dietrich," Sam said.

"Are you the guys from the Fed?" The Sheriff asked.

Sam, Dean and I showed our fake badges. "Agent Black," I said and nodded to Sam and Dean, "Agent Angus and Young. We called ahead about your, uh, problem."

"Right," Sheriff said. "Um . . . I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"

The Sheriff lead us to the morgue. He opened a door and pulled out a body that was covered with a sheet. He pulled the sheet a little bit, revealing a woman. He looked at me and my brothers, "Marissa Wright, 26. Just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season."