Dean fiddled with the radio and muttered, "The radio around here sucks."
Sam glanced at his brother. "Come on man."
"Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire."
"No, I-I agree. It's a hell of a case."
Dean looked at him. "A little more gusto, please." He glanced at his sleeping daughter and smiled.
"It's just... The world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?"
"Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads. Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters and the goddess of hope got back to tackling. A straightforward, black-and-white case."
The three made their way past a sign that read OKTOBERFEST 2008. Sam and Dean adjusted their suits after exiting the Impala.
Dean said, "We still got to see the new "Raiders" movie."
"Saw it," Sam replied.
"Without me?" Dean asked incredulously.
"You were in Hell."
"That's no excuse." Something caught his eye. "Big pretzel!" Sam smiled and shook his head.
Dean accepted three pretzels from the vendor and said, "Thank you." He handed Sam and Kit a pretzel.
"Thank you," Sam replied before each took a bite of their pretzels.
Kit held her hands up to her father. "Up, Daddy."
Dean picked her up and she cuddled into him.
"Gutentag," Jamie greeted.
""Gutentag" yourselves," Dean said with a full mouth.
Sam chewed and hummed, "Mmm." He noticed an old man in a sheriff uniform. "Looks like that's our man. Sheriff Dietrich."
"Are you the boys from the fed?" Sheriff Dietrich questioned.
"Agents Angus and Young. Pardon the kid." The two showed their badges. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem."
"Right. Um... I''ll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"
INT. MORGUE
The door opened and a body was slid out and covered with a sheet. Kit was waiting outside with a book.
Sheriff Dietrich drew back the 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."
"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed," Sam commented as the sheriff smiled tightly.
Dean turned the body's head and saw two dark puncture marks on her neck like a vampire bite. "What the hell?"
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Lavender's Blue
Mystery / ThrillerA father and his newborn daughter set on a quest of sorts to find his father. Along the way, they recruit his brother. Together, they travel the back roads, hunting things that go bump in the night, trying to make the world a little safer. It's no...
