"The radio around here sucks." Dean grumbles as he fiddles with the radio. "Come on man." Sam said, exasperated. "Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know?" Dean asked and I nod in agreement. "Dead vic with a gnawed-On neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." I recited. "No, I -- I agree. It's a hell of a case." Sam said, not sounding really enthusiastic.
"A little more gusto, please." Dean said. "It's just...The world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?" Sam pointed out. "Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads." Dean said but we noticed the upset look on Sam's face.
"Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-To-Goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters and (l/n) got back to tackling. A straightforward, black-And-white case." Dean said and I chuckle as we head off to the next destination.
Later, we come up to this town with a sign hanging over some light post that said OKTOBERFEST 2008. Polka music was blaring and women dressed in barmaid costumes and some men wearing lederhosen. The boys and I adjust our suits as we exit the Impala and walk forward.
"We still got to see the new Raiders movie." Dean said. "Yeah, I haven't gotten around to see it." I said while Sam said. "Saw it." Dean then looks over at him, incredulous. "Without me?" He asked.
"You were in hell." Sam said and I look over at Dean. "He's got a point." I said. "That's no excuse." Dean grumbles and I roll my eyes while he looks over at a pretzel vendor. "Big pretzel!" He exclaims while Sam and I smile and shake our heads. Dean then accepts three pretzels from vendor.
"Thank you." He said and he hands Sam and me a pretzel. "Thank you." We said and we take a bite out of our pretzels as a blonde woman walks by us.
"Guten tag." She greets. "Guten tag yourself." Dean said with a mouthful of pretzel and I elbow him in the chest once I swallowed my bite. "Geez, don't talk with your mouth full." I said and the girl chuckles a bit. "Sorry, sometimes I feel like I'm the parent to these boys than a partner." I said to her. "I think every woman can understand that." She said and we laugh as I could see Dean giving me a glare.
I give him a fake smile then acted like I noticed something. "Oh no! You got something on your face!" I said, in a fake motherly voice, and I pulled out a napkin and wiped Dean's face as he pulls his face back a bit. The girl laughs and says. "I'll leave you to it then." Then she walks off.
"God, why'd you have to be so embarrassing?" Dean asked with a grumble and I turn to him with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, excuse me, you did that yourself..." I started to argue until Sam clears his throat to get our attention. "Looks like that's our man." He said as he points towards an old man in a sheriff's uniform.
We nod and follow Sam as we walk up to the old man. "Sheriff Dietrich." Sam said and Dietrich looks up at us. "Are you the onez from the fed?" he asked. "Agent Anges, Johnson and Young." Sam introduced as we show him our badges.
"We called ahead about your, uh, problem." I said as we put our badges away. "Right. Um...I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?" He said and he gets up.
Later, at the Morgue, the Sheriff opens the door of a body tray and slides it out to reveal a body that was covered with a sheet. "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." Dietrich said as he pulls back the sheet to reveal a young woman. "Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed." Sam remarked with a tight smile and I rolled my eyes at him.
Dean then turns the body's head and sees two dark puncture marks on her neck, it looked like a vampire bite. "What the hell?" Dean said as Dietrich shrugs. "Yeah, you got me -- I mean, this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some satan-Worshipping, Anne Rice-Reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe." Dietrich said and I turn to him.
"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness." I said and he looked a bit regretful. "Yeah, I wished I didn't." he said with a huff. "But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable." he said and the boys and I share a look.
We head into a bar where the waitresses were dressed in their Oktoberfest costume and we come up to the waitresses from earlier as she hands another waitresses two glasses of beer.
"I remember you." She said as she gestures to me and Dean. "Ah, yes..." I said as I peer at her nametag to see it said Jamie. "Jamie." I said and she smiles at me. "Doing okay?" I asked her, trying to make small talk. "Oh, you know, hectic as usual. Especially this time of year." She said.
"We're looking for Ed Brewer." Sam said and I turn to him. "Jeez, so much for easing right to it." I muttered as Jamie crosses her arms and looks at Sam. "What do you want with Ed?" She asked. "Well, we are, uh...federal agents." Dean said as we show her our badges. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime." said Dean and Jamie gives us a look of disbelief.
"You're a fed? Wow, you don't come on like a fed." Jamie said but she sees our serious face then she frowns. "Seriously?" She asked and Dean, grinning, leans forward on the bar toward her. "I'm a maverick, ma'am. A rebel with a badge. One thing I don't play by -- The rules." He said and I go and step on his foot. "Ow!" He exclaims as said Sam said, with an irritated smile. "Okay, maverick." Then he looks towards Jamie. "So, where can we find Mr. Brewer?" Sam asked.
"I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me." Ed said as he uncaps his beer stein and drinks it. Then he points towards us. "Why should you be any different?" Ed asked. "Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different." I said, trying to assure him. "I spoke the God's honest truth. And now, I'm a joke." Ed said, upset.
"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us. And we want to hear everything, No matter how strange it may seem." Sam said to him. "We have a lot of experience with strange." I said and Brewer uncaps beer stein and drink. "It was just after midnight. I just left here, and like I do every night..." Brewer explains then he walks his fingers along the table. "I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was...struggling too much. And this man, He was -- Well, he was biting her neck." He said as we listen, intently.
"Can you describe her assailant?" Sam asked Brewer. "Oh, he was a vampire." Brewer said, quickly, and Dean sighs and looks down. "Okay, right. And by that, you mean --" Dean started to say but Brewer said. "You know, a vampire."
"Uh-Huh. Yeah. So, he looked like --" Dean prodded and Brewer looks at him. "He looked like a vampire, You know, with the fangs and the slicked-Back hair..." Brewer said as he demonstrates with his hair. "And the fancy cape And the little medallion thingy on the ribbon."
"You mean like a Dracula?" I asked and Brewer nods. "Exactly. Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent." he said, happily. "The accent?" Sam asked. "Yep." Brewer said.
"What did he say?" I asked. "You know, something like..." Brewer said then he raised his arm over his face as if he has a cape on. "Stay away, mortal! The night is mine!" He recites with a Hungarian accent. Then he looks between us. "You do believe me, don't you?" He asked, nervously.
"So, what do you guys think? Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?" Dean asked me and Sam, few minutes after talking to Brewer. "Definitely not our kind of case." Sam said. "Agreed. But who cares?" Dean asked as we walk toward a table. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, guys. Beer and bar wenches." Dean said as we sit and I give him a look.
"Women don't react well to the whole wench thing, Dean." I said and Dean turns to the bar where Jamie is standing. "Hey, bar wench, where's that beer?" Dean asked and Jamie looks at him while I face-palm at this. "Coming up, good sir!" She said, sweetly, as she goes to get the beer. "Guys, Oktoberfest." Dean said, gleefully, as he turns to us.
"There you go." Jamie said as she hands him his beer then she turns to us. "What can I get you two?" She asked and before either of us could speak, Dean speaks up. "Oh, he doesn't drink. He's a Christian Scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts." Dean said as he points at Sam then he points at me but I speak over him.
"Don't listen to this idiot. I'll just have a beer." I said then I look over at Sam, who shakes his head. "I'm actually gonna head out and get some sleep." He said and he gets up and leaves. "Okay, one beer coming up." Jamie said and I nod at her then she walks away and I sigh and run my hands over my face.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked and I look over at him. "I just...I don't know...I feel like there's still more to this." I said. "Oh you're just worrying too much." He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. "C'mon, it's Oktoberfest! Just relax and enjoy your beer." Dean said just as Jamie brings the beer. "Thanks." I said to her and she nods then leaves.
"I can't relax, Dean. This case is just weird to me and I mean our kind of weird." I said. "Look, sometimes jobs end up a bust. You know that, this just sounds like someone is taking this vampire role play too far." Dean said and I narrow my eyes at him. "How are you just so blase about this case?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"Why are you taking this case so seriously?" He asked. "I..I don't know...I just...I just think something is wrong..." I said as I try to think. "You're just tensed up and full of stress." Dean said and I let out a sigh.
"I think I know a way to relieve all that stress." He said and I look back at him. "And it involves you and me in between the sheets." He said. "Seriously? I'm telling you that we should stick to this case and you're talking about sex?" I asked, a bit offended. "Yeah, what's wrong? You used to always jump at the idea!" Dean said, sounding confused. "Yeah, that was before you went to hell. But ever since you came back...I don't know, besides kissing or the occasional make-out, you seem a bit distant when it comes to sex." I said.
"Well, maybe it is time to right some wrongs." he said. "Come again?" I asked, confused. "Like you said, I came back from the furnace and I did it without any of my old scars, right?" he said then he starts listing off on his fingers. "You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts..." he said as he holds up his hand, spreading his fingers and wiggling them. "None of the off-Angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, Which leads me to conclude, Sadly...That my virginity is intact." He said and I snort out a laugh.
"Are you serious?" I asked him, incredulous. "I have been re-Hymenated." Dean said, proudly, before he drinks. "Re-- Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, But no one could do that." I tell him. "Sweetheart, I have been re-Hymenated. And the dude will not abide." He said and I roll my eyes. "You're hopeless." I said. "And you're overreacting." He said and I glare at him. "Seriously? I'm overreacting?!" I shout, angrily, then I scoff at this and get up. "At least I take my job seriously!" I yelled and I leave.
"Men..." I grumbled as I walk up to the bar. "Tell me about it." Jamie's voice said and I look over at her and chuckle. "So...Casanova over there giving you problems?" She asked as she gestures over to Dean, who was drinking from his beer and was trying his best to not look over at me.
"You could say that." I said as I go sit on the stool. Then she gives me a bottle and she looks at me. “On the house, you need it.” She said and I accept it and smile. "Thanks." I said and I take a sip. "You wanna talk about it?" Jamie asked me. I smile and gave a vague explanation of what was going on between me and Dean, just taking out about him coming back from hell and what we actually do.
"Wow..." she said, disbelieving. "Yeah." I said as I take the last sip of the beer. "Why did you take him back if he left you for a few months?" Jamie asked me and I shrugged. "Guess I still love him." I admit and Jamie smiles. "Plus someone has to keep him on a leash as we do our job.”
"Sounds like you need a girl's night out." She said and I nod at this. "How bout tomorrow? You and me, I'll show you around town." She said. "As nice as that would be, from the way it sounds, we're probably not gonna be here tomorrow." I said and Jamie frowns. "That sucks." She said, sounding a bit disappointed. I give her a sympathetic look before I go and speak up.
"Well...I guess I'll check my schedule and try to squeeze you in tomorrow." I said and she chuckles a bit. "I'll come by here tomorrow to tell you." I said and she nods. "Cool." She said and I wave a goodbye to her and leave the bar.
The next day, Sam, Dean and I sit across from Anna-Marie at an outside table as she sucks on a straw in a large cup. The boys and I exchange a look, we were waiting for her to give her statement as there was another attack and she was the only witness to it. "Ma'am, we understand how hard this is, But can you describe the creature?" Dean asked her. She sucks on the straw once more then said. "Oh. It was a werewolf."
"A werewolf?" Sam said, disbelieving. "You're sure?" I asked her. "Oh, yeah. With the furry face and the black nose And the claws and the torn-up pants and shirt, like from the old movies." She explains. "Um, well..." Sam mutters. "Okay, so..." Dean said before I start to stand up. "Thank you for your time." I said and we leave.
Later, the boys and I walk into the morgue as Dean speaks up. "First a Dracula and now a full on movie time Wolf Man? What the hell is going on in this town?" He asked us. I shrug as Sam opens one of the storage drawers and pulls out a body. He unzips the body bag and the smell hits our noses and I recoil in disgust.
"Damn!" Dean exclaims just as disgusted while I try not to puke. "All right. Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe." Sam said as he pulls out some shredded flesh from the corpse with a pencil. "Look at those bite marks. Right down to the bone...and deeper." I pointed out.
"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. Could be a werewolf." Dean said. "Yeah, except, look. The heart's still there in one piece. They never leave the heart behind." Sam said as he points at the corpse. "Thus I reiterate -- what the hell is going on?" Dean asked as we hear footsteps.
We turn and see the sheriff entering the morgue. "Well, I was hoping either of you could tell me. I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibres we found on the body." he said and he pulls out a plastic bag from an envelope.
"Canine. Wolf hairs." he said and we stare at him in disbelief. "I'm getting a headache." Dean said as he shakes his head, slightly. "You are a headache." I grumbled and he turns and glares at me.
Later, we were back at the bar, sitting at a table and eating. "I don't know, boys. Looks like we've stumbled onto a midnight showing of Dracula meets Wolf Man. Is that it?" I asked and Dean shrugs. "I'm wondering the same thing." He said. "I don't know. I mean, Wolf Man seems real enough. Makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess." Sam said. "Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair. That's just a myth." I said. "Yeah." said Sam as he nods.
"So, what? We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?" Dean asked as Jamie brings over another round of beer for us. "Looks like you guys are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon." she said and she looked pretty sad.
"Yeah, this case just got weird enough for our department." Dean said. "Well, beers are on me." she said. "Thank you." I said, appreciatively. "Hey, by the way...since you're still here, you wanna hang out later with me?" Jamie asked me. "Sure, would love to have a girl's night out." I said and Jamie smiles. "Cool. I get off at midnight." She tells me and I nod. "Okay, see ya later." I said and she smiles and leaves.
Then I look over at the boys and they give me this look of disbelief. "What? Am I not allowed some me time?" I asked. “No. We just never seen you like this before.” Sam said. "Yeah, well, I've haven't had any kind've female friends to hang out with. I mean, I love you boys but...sometimes I like some me time." I said. "Hey, more power to ya." Dean said. “Hey, gives me some time to be away and enjoy myself for once.” I said and Dean rolls his eyes while I smirk at him.
Later that night, we were called into the museum since a guard was attacked by a mummy. It was already crawling with police when we show up and the sheriff let us through and we went right to the sarcophagus.
The three of us look it over when Sam speaks up. "This sarcophagus isn't ancient." he said and he holds up a tag that reads, THE FX SHOP PROPHOUSE PHILDADELPHIA, PA. "It's from a prop house in Philly." he informs. "Well...it goes well with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it." Dean said as he lifts up a small bucket of dry ice from inside the sarcophagus.
"Is he making his own special effects?" I asked them. "Yeah, a mummy with a good sense of showmanship." Dean said and I shake my head. "This is stupid." I muttered then I look at my watch and noticed that it was close to midnight.
"Oh, damn it. Jamie. I'm late. You boys good here?" I asked them. "Yeah." Dean said. "Yeah, you go ahead and enjoy your night." Sam said and I smile at him. "Thank you, boys." I said and he head off.
I was walking down the streets, almost at the bar, when I see Jamie running towards me. "Jamie!" I shout then she crashes into me. "Whoa, hey! You okay?" I asked but then I turn and see, honest to God, Dracula. He had the look and the clothes down from the original Dracula movie, just as Mr Brewer had described.
"Son of a bitch." I exclaimed as Dracula comes up to us. "You should not use such language in the presence of my bride." he said, in that phony accent. "Okay." I said then I punch Dracula and we begin to fight as I heard Jamie scream.
"Jamie, run!" I shout at her. "You have no choice in the matter, Ms. Harker. Mina is mine." he said and he goes to try and bite me. But I reach up and rip his ear off and he flees. I follow him and he leaps over a gate and escapes on a moped.
"What the hell?!" I muttered and I looked down at the ear I ripped off and noticed something about it. "Ah, crap." I grumbled.