Welcome to The End ( Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader )

Chapter 2

Then...

"So, tell me again. What's this case?" You asked, leaning forward in the backseat as you rested your arms on top of the front seat between your brother's while Dean drove the impala.

"A young boy was found in the woods this morning dead, from blood loss. His entire body was drained of blood and reports say that he had three puncture wounds on his neck." Sam explained, scrolling through the various reports and articles on his phone.

"So, we're hunting a vampire?" Dean questioned because that's what it sounded like, but why would a vamp leave the body out in the middle of the woods? And since when did they leave three puncture marks? That didn't make any sense, vampires were smart and always covered their tracks.

It took over 14 hours of driving and too many games of 'I spy' for three adults to be considered normal, but you finally reached the small town in Georgia where the incident occurred.

The town seemed like one of those shitty redneck towns that everyone just drove through and never stopped at, but you guys stopped.

The family had been living at the local trailer park that sat right on the outskirts of the woods, so you started there first. While Sam and Dean went over to the families trailer, you made your way across the park knocking on other trailer doors to ask a few questions and to tell people to stay out the woods. Because if this really was a vampire then going into the woods was just suicide.

You walked up to the last trailer taking note of the pickup truck and motorcycle parked out the front as you knocked on the front door.

"Who are ya?" A man questioned opening the door a moment later as he stared at you in confusion.

He was wearing a sleeveless flannel shirt and a black leather vest over the top. You stared at him for a moment, taking in his piercing blue eyes before you realised you should probably say something.

"Agent Cooper, FBI. I need to ask you a few questions." You explained.

The man just roll his eyes not believing a word you just said which was fair enough because you were literally just wearing a flannel and jeans, most cops would be in uniform or some fancy suit.

"Who's at the door?" A male voice questioned from further inside the trailer and within a second another guy appeared in the doorway.

He was about 10 years older than the first guy, but there was no mistaking their resemblance. They were definitely brother's. Hell, they were both wearing the same leather vest too.

"Hey there sugartits, what can we do for ya?" The older brother asked his eyes flashing up and down your body as he got a good look at you.

You rolled your eyes, not letting the redneck intimidate you as you crossed your arms over your chest and raised your eyebrow at him. The younger brother elbowed him in the side, silently letting him to shut up as you tried not to smile.

You sighed, pulling out your fake badge from your pocket and flipped it open, holding it towards them. In an instant both their expressions quickly sobered up when they realised that you weren't lying. Well, technically you were, but they didn't need to know that.

"Like I said before, Agent Cooper, FBI. Now, I need to ask you guys some questions." You repeated, tucking your badge into the back pocket of your jeans.

"This about that guy who died in the woods? The cops were here all morning, don't see why the FBI are needed, didn't he just get attacked by a wild animal or something?" The older brother questioned and you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.