EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF POLICE STATION - DAY
Elinor looked at Dean and asked, "You good?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."
The two looked up as Sam and Emelie approached and Dean said, "Hey."
"What're you so stoked about?" Sam asked.
"What? Nothin'. Whaddya got?"
Sam handed over a pile of Missing Persons fliers which Dean leafed through. "Six girls in seven days, which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year -- all about the same age."
"And cute. But Elie's cuter." Sam scoffed and Emelie chuckled. "Hey, ice cream comes in lots of flavors, Sam."
"Right. Sure. Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. Sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?"
"Well... six directions to go here," Elinor said. "Pick a number."
"Seven," Emelie corrected. "Another call just came in today."
They got into the Impala and drove down the road.
INT. KRISTIN'S HOUSE
Sam, Dean, Emelie and Elinor were speaking to Kristin's father.
"Kristin's a good kid," the father said. "A little naïve, sure... You try to be a good parent. Girls are hard."
"Right," Sam noted. "Well, we'd just like to find your daughter."
Kristin's father paused. "Last door on the left."
Dean and Elinor glanced upstairs. "Thanks."
Sam, Dean, Emelie and Elinor climbed the stairs and Sam gave a quick glance back to the father.
"Whaddya think he was talking about?" Dean asked quietly.
"Drugs?" Sam guessed quietly.
Elinor shrugged. "Could be anything."
Dean shrugged. They entered Kristin's room and Emelie flipped on the light. The walls were painted red and covered with vampire posters. Vampire and gothic accessories were everywhere -- including vampire pillows on the bed.
"Oh, it is SO much worse," Dean commented.
Elinor looked around and nodded. "It's -- I don't even have a word for it."
Sam snorted. "Vampires?"
Her lip curled. "Ah, these aren't vampires, dude, these..." Sam shut the door and they caught sight of a full-sized cut-out of a teen heart-throb "vampire". "...These are d-bags."
"Yeah."
They glanced around the room.
"Wow," Dean and Emelie commented.
"Hm." Sam went to the bed and started flipping back the covers. He looked under a pillow and found a red laptop. "Aha. All right." He moved over to her desk. "Let's see what we can see. All right."
He turned on the laptop; it made a screaming noise and a picture of an intense-looking fake vampire popped up. The four flinched.
"Th-that's super... uncomfortable," Sam said.
"What's HE so bummed about?" Dean wondered.
Sam started pressing keys and a password prompt popped up. Dean, Dahlia and Angie looked down and saw a paperback book on the desk, entitled "My Summer Blood". The cover illustration was a teenaged girl in a white nightgown, asleep on a bed, while a pale-skinned, handsome male vampire stood next to the open, moonlit-soaked window, staring down at her.
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American Storm
Mystery / ThrillerSam is mysteriously back after a year, or so they think. And he's not the only one. The hunters discover one has betrayed them to open a door to monster land. But trust goes both ways and one doesn't handle betrayal well. The door is opened, bring...
