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Summary: When the mutilated bodies of noodlers resurface on the waterways of a small Oklahoma town, Sam suspects something more diabolical at work than some deranged serial killer.

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Supernatural > Non-BtVS/AtS StoriesLaurelinFR18823,449011,20910 Jul 1023 Aug 10Yes


Three Years Later - Dothan, Alabama

The Impala came to a halt outside the deserted Homes of Merit manufacturing plant, a few miles out of town. From the intel that the Winchesters had been able to gather, all signs indicated that the large steel-framed building was the current lair of a hostile vampire gang that had been terrorizing the inhabitants of the small, southern town.

The doors of the car creaked open, as Sam and Dean exited the vehicle. They went to the trunk. The elder brother popped it open, and grabbed two machetes, one for the each of them.

“These are some bad-ass vamps, Sam. Let’s stick together,” said Dean in a take-charge voice, handing a weapon to his brother. “No hero crap, okay?”

“What do you mean ‘hero crap’?” answered the younger hunter in mock outrage. “If it hadn’t been for me, your sorry butt would’ve been ripped in two.” He paused. A thoughtful look came to his face. “Which reminds me - you never thanked me.”

Dean grabbed their last jar of Dead Man’s Blood before slamming the trunk closed. “What? You need validation now?” he replied with a sneer. “Gainesville was a long time ago.”

“It was two days ago!”

The elder hunter stopped, shoving the jar of blood into the pocket of his leather jacket. “Fine! Thank you, Sam for saving my ass,” Dean proclaimed, bowing before his sibling. “Happy, now?”

“Yeah, I think I am,” chortled Sam.

“Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time to get down to business,” began Dean, as both brothers headed toward the warehouse. “These fuckers are bad news. We need to - ”

Several gunshots rang out, stopping Dean mid-sentence. The two hunters froze, their eyes scanning the empty parking lot and the shadows that lay beyond.

“They have guns?” whispered Dean, his eyes shifting to the machete clutched in his hand. Its blade was sharp, but it was still only a machete.

“Sounds like it,” answered Sam. “You think we should get the shotgun?”

“And do what? Shoot rock salt at ‘em?” replied Dean sarcastically.

“Why do you have to be such a dick?” complained the younger hunter.

“Who? Me?” queried Dean, his brows raised in question. “You’re outta your mind, Sammy. I’ve got my pistol,” he continued, pulling the weapon from the waistband of his jeans. “The bullets may not kill ‘em, but it’ll sure slow ‘em down.”

Dean then took off, motioning for his brother to follow.

Sighing heavily, Sam went after Dean, heading toward the seemingly vacant building.

The elder Winchester stood against the building, next to the door. With a nod of his head, his brother whipped the door open. With his gun at the ready, Dean leapt into the doorway, his eyes doing a quick survey of the immediate area.

They stealthily entered the former offices of the mobile home manufacturer. The area was dark except for a stream of light coming through a partially opened door at the end of the hall.

Believing that the immediate area was clear, the two men then followed the worn carpeted path of the hallway that lead to what they assumed was the warehouse part of the structure.

Sam gingerly opened the door at the end of the hallway, spilling light into the darkened hall. Two light bulbs, which only illuminated the immediate vicinity, dangled from the broken fixture above the doorway. Once again, Dean jumped onto the threshold with his weapon at the ready, scoping the area for any sign of vampires. Several single and doublewide mobile homes, in various stages of construction, filled the enormous room.

The Winchesters then proceeded into the warehouse, trying to stick to the shadows of the cavernous chamber. They quietly walked between two partially built homes, listening intently for any sounds.

They then heard a noise, but couldn’t clearly make out what it was. They stopped in their tracks, waiting and listening.

A severed head rolled out from underneath the home, striking Dean’s foot. He yelped, jumping backwards into Sam, startled by the sudden sight of the severed head.

Not a second later, a small figure appeared, standing in the shadows between the homes, opposite the Winchesters. A red beam of light hit Dean squarely between the eyes, a light that he knew was mounted on a rifle.

“Drop your weapons. NOW!” commanded a female voice.

Normally, Dean Winchester would attempt to talk his way out of such a situation, vampire or not, but knowing that that laser beam was fixed on him, on his head, turned him into one compliant puppy.

“Alright, alright,” he answered, slowly placing his gun and machete on the concrete floor. Sam mirrored his movements to a T.

“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em!” she demanded.

Both men raised their open palms over their heads.

Sam thought the voice sounded oddly familiar. Though her voice was coarse, venomous even, there was an underlying sweetness to it.

“Take it easy,” said Dean cautiously. “We’re unarmed.”

“Step back! Back!” she continued, slowly stepping forward with her weapon trained on Dean. “Hey, Sonny!” she then shouted over her shoulder, her eyes never leaving her captives. “Got two more over here!”

“I know that voice,” whispered Sam, his brow furrowed in thought.

“I said back!” the woman ordered yet again, the red dot still fixed on Dean’s forehead.

“Katie?” Sam then said. “Katie, is that you?”

The woman tensed up upon hearing her name. “Who the hell are you?” she snapped back.

“It’s me. Sam. Um, we fought the mermaids together, a few years back.”

“Sam?” she repeated.

“Yeah, it’s me and Dean.”

“Well, I’ll be,” she chuckled, lowering her weapon. She turned on a penlight flashlight, blinding the two brothers, who gave her an uncomfortable wave. “It is you.”

They could hear Sonny’s footfalls echoing through the warehouse, coming nearer. A second later, he rounded the corner behind the brothers. In his hand, he clutched a Kaiser blade, prepared to deliver a fatal blow.

“Hey! It’s okay, Sonny. It’s Sam and Dean,” announced his sister.

“No shit,” the boy answered breathlessly, lowering his weapon.

“Hey, Sonny,” said Sam, facing the kid and offering him a quick smile.

Katie then approached the two. “I can’t believe we’ve run into you after all this time. What are y’all doing here?”

“I think we should ask you the same,” said a relieved Dean, checking the young woman out. “What are you two, hunters now?”

“Damn straight,” replied Sonny proudly. “Y’all opened our eyes to a whole new world. We’ve been hunting all types of crazy creatures since that day on the Washita.”

“Yeah, we started out hunting mermaids along the rivers and then ran into all sorts of other… freaks of nature along the way,” chimed in Katie. “We took out a hundred and sixty-nine of those fishy critters. Tracked them all the way down to the gulf coast.”

“And now you’re hunting vampires,” commented a stunned Sam.

“Vampires, demons. Whatever crosses our path,” responded Sonny.

“Nice bayonet,” said Dean, admiring the wooden spike at the end of Katie’s rifle.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “Made it myself.”

“Yeah, out of my old little league bat,” added Sonny with a smirk.

Katie pushed Dean to the side, stepping before his brother. “So, how you doing, Sam?” She looked him over with her flashlight. “Mmm, mmm, you are looking mighty fine these days.”

“Uh, yeah, thanks. You too,” he answered, nervously scratching his neck. “So, you guys got everything under control here. Any vamps left for us?” asked Sam, trying to change the conversation.

“Nope. Every last one’s dead,” boasted Sonny. “Still gotta burn the bodies, though.” He then noticed the head. “Ah, there you are,” he chuckled, lifting the head from the floor by its hair. “You was one bad son of a bitch,” he said, staring into the lifeless eyes.

“Ew, Sonny. Just leave it alone,” said his sister in a disgusted voice. “Let the rats eat ‘em. I’m in no mood for dragging corpses around and burning ‘em.” She then turned her attention to Sam. “Hungry? Why don’t y’all let me cook you some supper?”

Sam’s eyes darted to Dean, warning him to keep his mouth shut.

“As tempting as that is, Katie, I think we need to get going - ” started Sam, before Dean interrupted him.

“ - Nonsense, Sammy. I’m starving.” Dean gleefully rubbed his hands together. “What’s for dinner?”

“Spaghetti and meatballs,” answered a beaming Katie. “We got our fifth wheel over at KOA. Y’all can follow us over there.”

“But what about the bodies?” asked a grimacing Sonny. “We can’t just leave them here.”

“Just put the head down. Let the rats eat ‘em. They need nourishment too,” ordered his elder sibling.

Disappointed, Sonny flung the head down the aisle like a bowling ball.

“Rats eat vampires?” asked Dean, somewhat bewildered.

“Rats will eat anything, don’t you know that?” answered Katie, looking at Dean as if he were stupid. She shook her head. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ve had enough of this place.”

“Y’all follow us,” said Sonny, slinging his weapon over his shoulder. “The campground’s only a few miles up the road.”

The four of them then left the warehouse. Sonny’s pickup, now painted in camouflage colors, was parked on the opposite side of the building. He and his sister climbed into the truck and headed out of the parking lot with Sam and Dean following behind in the Impala.

“I can’t believe you did that, Dean,” said an annoyed Sam.

“Oh, come on, Sammy. What’s the big deal? So the chick’s got the hots for you. I bet you could score.” He slapped his brother on the leg. “She wants you, man. Go for it!”

“You’re sick, you know that.”

“I’m a lot of things, Sam, but sick ain’t one of them,” laughed Dean, turning up the radio. Van Halen’s Ain’t Talking ‘Bout Love blasted through the speakers of the car. The elder hunter sang along, playfully nudging his brother whenever David Lee Roth belted out the chorus of the song.

“Come on in, come on in,” said Katie once she had unlocked the door to the fifth wheel. She opened the door, flicked on the light switch, then headed straight for the kitchen sink to wash her hands.

Sam, Dean and Sonny followed behind.

The elder Winchester let out an impressive whistle. “Man, you got some nice digs here.”

“Go on in, and make yourselves comfortable,” said Katie while lathering her hands.

Dean made a beeline for one of two recliners located at the far end of the camper. “It even has a fireplace!” continued the oldest hunter, as he sunk into the comfortable chair. “I didn’t know fifth wheels were this nice.”

“The newer ones are,” answered Sonny, who stood at the kitchen sink beside his sister, waiting for his turn to wash up. “It sure beats staying in old dumpy motels.”

The Winchester’s exchanged awkward glances. Dumpy motels had been home to the brothers for most of their lives.

While Katie busied herself preparing dinner, Sonny went to the living area of their home on wheels, carrying three beers.

“Here you go,” he said, handing each brother a cold one. He then plunked down on the couch.

“How do you guys pay for all this?” asked a curious Sam. “I mean, do your parents know what you’re up to?”

“Well,” started Sonny, his face flushing. “Yeah, I reckon so. I know you told us not to tell anyone about the whole mermaid incident, but after a few weeks of prodding, daddy finally got the story out of us. Him and momma were kinda shocked by what we had told ‘em.

“Any way, momma went to church to pray about it, and confided in Pastor Dave - he’s the head of the Methodist Church in our town. He prayed on it too, and then told her that the Lord had spoke to him in a dream and told him that we were chosen to do God’s work, to kill the wicked, the unholy, the children that the Book of Enoch talks about. You know about the Book of Enoch, don’t cha? That’s the one that the mainstream religions decided to remove from The Holy Bible ‘cause it talked about angels mating with mortal women and producing giants. Well, good ol Pastor Dave says that other creatures came about from those unholy unions - demons and whatnot. Says that this world is meant for man alone, not demons and monsters.

“So the Methodist Church decided to fund our ‘expeditions’.” Sonny’s fingers formed quotation marks as he said the word, ‘expeditions’. “We travel around the country, killing unholy creatures and the like. It’s been a trip.”

“You mean the church pays for this stuff,” said a dumbstruck Dean, wondering how to get in on that deal.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he answered. “Instead of the church building a new fellowship hall, they bought us this fifth wheel. There’s a select few in the congregation that know what me and Katie do, and they help out too. You know, modify our rifles and ammo, stuff like that.”

Once Katie had her pots on the stove, she joined the guys, taking a seat beside her brother on the couch.

“I’m impressed,” said Sam. “Hunting’s a tough gig, especially when you’re young. Don’t you guys want a normal life?”

“This is our destiny,” answered Katie. “It’s like we’re Buffy, except without the super-duper strength - ”

“I ain’t like no Buffy,” interjected Sonny indignantly. “I wish you’d stop saying that.”

“Okay, okay, calm down,” said his sister. “You’re more like Xander without that whole demon magnet thing going on.” She shifted her eyes to the Winchester brothers. “I swear, Buffy made it seem so easy to kill vampires. First time I tried to stake one - I couldn’t even penetrate his chest bone. Damn thing bit me too,” she added, pulling her blonde hair back and revealing the two little scars on her neck. “Hurt like hell.”

An amused Dean then said, “You know Buffy’s a fictional character, right?”

A frown came to Katie’s face. “Yeah, and the same thing can be said about vampires too, eh? There may be no Buffy Summers in a literal sense, but I’ve picked up the cause. I am Buffy. I’ve gone from Soybean Queen to Killer Queen,” she chortled. “But unlike her, I prefer shooting the bastards to fighting ‘em.”

Both Sam and Dean forced themselves not to laugh.

“You gotta forgive my sister,” remarked Sonny. “She’s a huge Buffy fan, as you probably noticed. She likes to hunt vampires, in particular. We’ve done a lot of our vampire research by watching old movies. Had to learn the hard way to separate fact from fiction.”

“Oh yeah,” said Sam, desperately trying not to burst out laughing. “Like what?”

Sonny thought for a moment. “Well, them crosses, for one thing. They don’t work on non-believers. I mean, if a vamp wasn’t a Christian in his former life, then crosses don’t work in his undead life.”

“Yeah,” answered Katie, nodding in agreement. “We even came across a Jewish vampire gang and thought that maybe the Star of David would repel them.” She let out a heavy sigh. “It didn’t.”

Sam and Dean burst out laughing upon hearing that. Sonny and Katie joined in, thinking how ridiculous their conversation would seem to anyone that happened to overhear them.

Once the laughter died down, Sonny said, “You know, I never thought we’d see you fellas again. Never thought I’d be sitting here drinking a beer with the infamous Winchester brothers.”

Sam’s brows shot up. “You know who we are?” he asked.

“You can’t be a hunter and not know who the Winchesters are!” proclaimed Katie with a smile. “Y’all are famous, in the underworld, at least.”

Dean smiled smugly. “Check it out, Sammy, we’re famous.”

“We hooked up with Stevie Gorman about a year ago,” added Sonny.

“Yeah? Stevie?” remarked Dean, surprised by that revelation. “I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“He was quite a fellow. Taught us a lot,” answered Sonny with a sigh.

“Was?” queried Sam.

“He’s dead,” added Katie somberly. “Two months ago, outside Toledo. A demon literally ripped his head off.” She closed her eyes. “I never saw so much blood,” she whispered with a shudder.

“Oh, man,” said a stunned Dean. “I didn’t know.”

“We burned his body on a pyre, as is custom with hunters,” said Sonny. “Even played his favorite song - ”

“ - Shooting Star,” interjected Dean sadly. “Stevie always loved Bad Company. That sucks that he’s gone. The world lost one hell of hunter.”

“That it did,” answered Sonny. “That it did.”

“A toast - to Stevie,” Dean then said, lifting his bottle of Michelob. “To Stevie. He’ll be missed.”

“To Stevie,” repeated the others before taking drinks of their beers.

The hunters spent the rest of the evening eating and exchanging stories of past battles. They all made a vow to help one another should the need ever arise.

Later that night, in the wee hours of the morning, the Winchester’s and Truluck’s parted ways, each sibling team doing their part to protect humanity from the evil that roamed the earth.

The End

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