Forged In The Fire

03. Bloodlust

Sam cleared his throat. "The girls and I are still here."

HOSPITAL

Dean and Sam entered the morgue, still wearing their shirts and ties. Lucie stayed outside with Cadence and Harriet. The intern on duty had a name tag that read J. Manners.

Dean looked the name tag, calculating. "John."

"Jeff," the intern corrected.

"Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away."

"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation."

"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming, man, so if I were you, I would... okay."

The intern ran off and Dean questioned, "Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?"

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead," Sam said.

"Yeah. So much f-d up crap happens in Florida."

Dean handed Sam a pair of latex gloves and put on a pair of his own. Sam opened a compartment and wheeled out a corpse to see a box between its legs.

"All right, open it," Dean said.

"You open it," Sam shot back.

"Wuss."

He carried the box to another table and flipped off the lid. Sam approached, cringing.

Dean looked over the lid. "Well, no pentagram."

"Wow. Poor girl," Sam commented.

"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like Moth in Silence of the Lambs."

"Yeah, here, go ahead."

"No, you go ahead."

"What?"

""Put the lotion in the basket.""

"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever."

Sam started poking her fingers in the mouth and gagged. "Dean, get me a bucket?"

"You find something?"

"No, I'm going to puke."

Dean told him, "Wait, lift the lip up again?"

Sam frowned. "What? You want me to throw up, is that it?"

"No, no, no, I think I saw something." He pushed Sam's hands away and pulled back the lip. "What is that, a hole?" He pressed on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth descended.

"It's a tooth."

He looked closer before saying, "Sam, that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs, you've gotta be kidding me."

"Well, this changes things."

He met his eyes. "Ya think?"

BAR

That night, they made their way to a bar and Dean went around to park. They walked inside.

The three approached the bar and a man, Gordon, was at a table to one side, watching them.

"How's it going?" Dean asked the bartender.

"Living the dream," the bartender replied. "What can I get for you?"

"Three beers and a couple juices, please."

"We're looking for some people." Sam said.

"Sure," the bartender noted. "Hard to be lonely."