Bloodlust

Chapter Two

Annalee locked the front door to the bakery as Dean walked to the passenger side of his car. "M'lady," he said, opening the door for her. He's such a dork, she thought. I love dorks. She slid into the passenger seat, as he hopped into the driver's seat. "Nice car!" she exclaimed in awe. "Yea. She's my Baby."

"Well, I think she's beautiful," Annalee said dreamily, running her fingers along the dash. He beamed with pride at that as he turned over the engine. "Sounds beautiful, too." Dean just stared at her with a dopey look on his face. I think I'm in love.

She interrupted his thoughts. "Go to the stoplight. Hang a right onto Willow Street. It's the blue house on the right."

He pulled into her driveway, making a mental note, in case he wanted to visit again when the case was over. "Thanks for the ride," she said as she got out of the sleek car. It was a two-story house that looked that it was built in the mid-1800s. Dean would know that he's been in plenty of ancient, abandoned houses. "I'll walk you to your door," he offered. "You can never be too careful with all the weirdos in the world."  He laughed anxiously, hoping she would buy it. He was adorable when he was nervous. "Ok. Follow me."

He followed her up the steps to the front porch. He instinctively looked around as she unlocked the door. The rickety door clanked open with a thud, sending Dean back to reality. She walked through the door, throwing her purse onto the couch. Dean looked around her house, noticing how neat everything was. There were some old looking antiques in an even older looking china cabinet. He turned to find her watching him, with his eyebrows raised. "Do you have ghosts?" he blurted out without really thinking.

He cleared his throat when he saw the look of confusion on her face. "I...um... well your house looks old...and I just figured.. you had a...ghost," he stammered. A smile spread across her face as she chuckled. "Actually, I do. A little girl and boy. I think they're brother and sister." He stared at her. "But they're not mean or anything!" she added when he got an uneasy looked on his face. "As far as I'm concerned, they're both welcome here. I actually leave a couple of baby dolls and teddy bears for them in that rocking chair over there,"  she said, pointing to a time-worn, wooden rocking chair in the corner of the living room.

Dean had a look of shock on his face. "They were here first after all," she added. "Yea... I guess I never thought of it that way," he finally answered. "Heh..heh...well Annalee I guess I'll be heading back." She looked a little disappointed. "I'm definitely gonna take you up on another slice of pie though. Plus, I might have a few more questions for you about the case," he added, hopefully. "Of course! Drop by anytime!"

"Have a good night, Annalee," he said with a wink. "Good night, hun! Drive safe." Dean walked back to his car with a million dollar smile on his face. She shut the door softly behind him. Standing at the window, she watched him as he drove off in his shiny, black car.

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"Dude! Where have you been?! I've been calling you!" Sam cried as Dean walked in the door of their crappy motel. Sam wasn't only his partner in the investigation but also his little brother. Although Sam was a full 5 inches taller than Dean.  He stood up from the tiny kitchen table cluttered with papers, books, and his laptop. He noticed Dean was a little distracted.

"What? Oh... I told you I was following up at that bakery where the vic was last seen!" Dean defended himself. "For four and a half hours?? What were you doing that you couldn't answer your phone? OD'ing on pie?" Sam accused. Dean glared at his little brother. "Please! I'm a professional! I found our vamp on the surveillance footage," he declared proudly.

Sam paused, waiting for the rest of the story. "Then I ate pie! And escorted the cute girl home!" Sam rolled his eyes. "What? There are a lot of nutcases out there that she needs protecting from!"

"Who will protect her from you?" Sam retorted. Dean made a face and walked into the cramped, yellow bathroom to change out of his monkey suit before Sam could press for more.