Dean’s POV
The little pixie one let me in. I stumbled through the door, relieved.
“You have to help me!” I gasped.
I looked up. All eight vampires were staring at me in surprise. I backed up a little.
“What do you need help with?” The head vampire, who I now knew was Carlisle, the doctor.
“Where’s your brother?” The really tall guy that looked like a muscled Sam (not saying my brother’s not muscly) asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied, making my voice sound sad. “That’s what I need help with.”
“It’s our type.” Alice, the pixie one that let me in, said matter-of-factly.
“Do you know where?” I demanded.
Alice shook her head. “That. I can’t tell. Sorry.” She added, seeing my upset expression.
“I think I might know someone who does.” I muttered. I eyed the vampires warily. And then, very slowly and reluctantly. I turned my back on them.
“Castiel!” I shouted to the ceiling. “Cas. We... I need you. There’s a problem. Uh. Cas! Do you copy?”
I turned back around. Half expecting to find a vampire with it’s fangs to my throat. Thankfully, none were. All eight of them were exchanging confused glances.
A voice coughed behind me. “Dean!” I spun around in fright. Castiel was standing there. Wearing his trench coat, as usual.
“Cas!” I breathed in relief.
“What’s the matter?” He asked me urgently, “Where’s Sam?”
There was a long silence.
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Decapitation of... who?
FanfictionBook 1 of my supernatural series. When Sam and Dean travel to Forks to follow up a series of disappearances they find something that is not entirely what it seems. The Winchesters team up with the Cullens on what seems to be their most confusing cas...
