Jazz

The Last Van Helsing

Dean figured something was going one. But understood in a way what was going on between the man and the girl. They were close, but Dean couldn't place in what way? What threw Dean off was that the man knew what they were. Did they know they were hunters? That meant they must be too. Placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, letting his brother know to let it go. Dean had a plan going within his mind anyways that involved keeping tabs on the two. "Come on Sam. We'll just keep an eye on them for now while we do our own investigating." He wanted to keep an eye on the girl.

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Dean watched the girl's reaction turn from angry, to fear. He was confused about what the girl meant, wondering what she was talking about. Did she think that she caused the deaths of those girls within the town? Dean was about to ask when he saw a man come around the corner. Obviously, the man knew the girl and they knew about what was going on. Now Dean needed to think fast before this possibly turned into a bad situation. "My name's Dean. This is my brother Sam. We're investigating the deaths of some girls that were killed. We only want to talk and figure this out." Hoping they wouldn't act out and get some answers.

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Managing to catch up, the older Winchester noticed his poor brother getting kicked in the nuts which made him wince as he stopped some feet away with his hands up in surrender. "Easy there kid. We're not here to hurt you. Despite what just happened, Sam didn't want to hurt you." Dean assured. Hoping to gain the kid's trust to some extent. "We heard about some deaths going on with girls around your age and hair color. You know anything about that?" He asks, cautious walking toward his brother to help him up, a hand still up and not taking his eyes off the girl that clearly knew how to handle herself to some extent.

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"They must be really on a search then." Dean pointed out while he was on a search for anything out of the ordinary. Dean had stopped when his brother called his name, looking in the direction where Sam was looking and got a glimpse of the girl that Sam nodded toward but noticed how he took off suddenly and they began a chase after the girl. "Sonofabitch...Sam!" He called after Sam as he took off after both the girl and Sam, barely keeping sight of them despite how fast he was running. "What the hell...?"

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The drive was about an hour-long for the brothers. They to the cheapest motel they could afford, knowing they were going to need to see the officials of the town, get as much information as they could on the case to see what they could do about the Vamps. This required their suits and badges and as much as Dean hated the suits, it was necessary to get the information they needed.

Once the suit was on, Dean was back in the car and they were off. Heading to the station, talks were rather short as sweet and the officers gave them the files, including each girl killed and where within the town. Once that happened, they could go check out some of the places that were abandoned. It was rather interesting so far how many abandoned areas there were. But better to scope them out from the outside while they had daylight. "Got to say, that was quite a few files they gave us. How long were they killing of these girls being spanned out Sam?" Does Dean ask while they were walking into an alley.

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Dean followed the directions that Sam gave him, taking bites here and there. Eating and driving within the long silence which the older Winchester didn't mind since he was more concentrated on the road and where he needed to go. It was Sam that broke the silence, asking about Castiel. "Nope. Not a word. Wouldn't be surprised if that is where he's at right now." He hadn't seen Cas since the battle between Lucifer and Micheal. When Sam got put in the cage with the two angels. It took a moment for Dean to relax when he felt his hand grip the wheel a little bit more than he usually did. 'Sam is here and safe. That's all that matters now.' He thought to himself. It was all he needed to know and be happy about.

"I'm sure he's alright. He knows if he needs us, he can call us up." Dean reassured, though unsure if that was what Sam wanted to hear. It was the truth though. Cas could have come to Cas at any point in time for help while he was with Ben and Lisa. He would have helped in a heartbeat.

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That was certainly an idea and would be on the list of 'What could be's and could stick with that till they found what the reason was. Stashing his things within the backseat as well, got in and started up the Impala. "We'll find out when we get there. Maybe see if we can find out any known abandoned buildings or not so occupied areas. It would give us a place to start before we get there." Dean advised while backing out of the parking spot and getting on the road. For now, it would be best to just go through a Drive-Thru and eat on the way after getting the town that they were going to.

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That made Dean stop in his tracks. That was definitely an odd pattern if Dean had ever heard of it. They either have something against Brunettes or they were going after someone specific with the near age and hair color. They needed to look into this before this got out of hand real quick. "Guess we get to go Vamp' hunting then. I wonder who may have pissed off these guys that they're going after girls with the same hair and near that age group. That can't a coincidence." He points out while grabbing his bags and heading for the door.

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Dean had honestly not expected to sleep so late, normally an early riser. "Shit...I hadn't expected to sleep that late." He went to the bathroom to get dressed and do his daily morning routine. Once done and out in clean clothes, he stuffed his pajamas within his bag and began packing his things and weapons, giving each a quick check as he put them up.

"Sounds about right. Vampires you said? Is there a pattern? Or is it random?" Dean asked. If there was a pattern, maybe they could use that to their advantage to figure out the numbers and maybe even get a location on their little nest. It would be difficult if it was random. Then more thought would need to be put into how to take out the Bloodsucking bastards.

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Dreamless sleep. Dreamless yet as comfortable as any motel bed would ever bring to the older Winchester. Dean had practically crashed when they arrived, set up the room out habit and showered. Now all he knew was that someone was shaking his shoulder to wake him. Having slept on his side and his back having been faced to Sam, Dean had rolled over to get a glimpse of the one that was disturbing his sleep. It took Dean's mind to wake up with him to process that it was his brother and where he was before he relaxed. It also took a moment to process what his brother was even saying.

"Alright alright. I'm up." Dean groaned as he sat up wearing a shirt and boxers. He looked at the window, then his young brother. "What time is it?" He asked before pulling the Five-Seven from under his pillow and pulled his bag from under his bed to grab some clothes out to get dressed.