Author's Note: Watched about one and half an episodes and got hooked. Can't say that's a good thing. Anyway my muse decided to run away and make this story. Csigurl-101 gets a thank you for being my betareader.
Disclaimer: As SweetDragonSeeker would say we're just playing in their sandbox. The only thing I own is Des and Jake, the various other OCs, and of course the unique mix that both Des and Jake are. Otherwise read and enjoy.
Dean was out on his own for the night, the silvery light playing on the dirt as he walked. He heard the soft sounds of groans somewhere up ahead. He quickened his pace before he stopped dead in his tracks. The light illuminated a red-headed woman lying on top of a man her face buried in his neck. She looked familiar.
"Des?" He called his voice shattering the spell of the silent night. The woman jerked her head up and her eyes widened. Dean could see the blood framing her mouth, marking her as a vampire.
"Dean?" the word tumbled from her mouth seconds before all hell broke loose. Des's head snapped back and her blood curdling shriek filled the night air.
"Des, are you alright?" a man asked as he appeared. He stood about six feet six inches with crimson hair that was short and spikey and pale skin.
"Jake, get out of here," Des cried as she tried to pull her head back up. Dean was confused as to why she called this man Jake, when her brother was blonde and a few inches taller than this man.
A week earlier
The boys saw the green sign as they arrive.
"Now entering Twentynine Palms, California. Population 27,498." It was nothing but dirt scattered with a few scrub brushes every now and again.
"Why are we here again?" Sam asked.
"We're following up on those weird occurrences," Dean answered. Sam rolled his eyes and gazed back at the desolate landscape. A few minutes later, they stopped and got out of the Impala. The two sauntered into the café and settled into a table. Dean looked around and noticed that you could see what was going on in the kitchen.
"Well you two certainly aren't from here," A voice said. Dean looked up and saw a woman about 5'9'' with crimson hair that was pulled into a bun, a knee length cotton skirt, a white tank top, and a pair of two inch heels. The name plate on her chest read "D. Nyktos". She was holding out two menus to them. When Dean looked at her, he realized she had the most beautiful blue green eyes, like when the sun hit the blue of the waves just right.
"Rachel, your order is up," A voice called.
"Yeah yeah, Miguel. I'm on it," She said.
"Your name tag reads D, though," Dean pointed out.
"Yeah, it does, but my name is hard to say, so he calls me Rachel or Amy," She said.
"Des today," A blonde man said as he looked at her. She stuck her tongue out on him.
"I'm older," She called.
"And I'm taller," He taunted.
"I'll be back, but you two should order," She said as she walked away to take care of the orders. Sam looked at Dean.
"You're not planning to are you?" Sam asked. Dean raised an eyebrow and shrugged. She came back.
"What can I get you two?" She asked.
"Directions to the nearest hotel would be nice," Sam said.
"Sure. It's a couple of blocks down from the Seven Eleven down the street," She said.
"Thanks," Sam said.
"Can I get you guys something to drink or eat?" She asked.
"How about your name?" Dean asked.
"Desideria Nyktos, but Des or Rachel or Amy works," She answered with a smile.
"A couple of those house specials with some soda would be great," Sam said.
"Gotcha," She said with a smiled as she walked over to the counter and leaned against it.
"Jacob, two houses with two sodas," Des said.
"Yes, mom," He said with a smile. Des rolled her eyes and went back to taking care of the rest of the café. She stopped by long enough to give them their orders before she dashed away again. The sound of her heels clicking mixed in beautifully with the sounds of "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard. She just stopped by to drop off the check before she disappeared behind the counter.
"Come on. We've got a long night ahead of us," Sam said. Dean nodded and, after writing something on the bottom of the ticket and paying, they left.
"You left her your phone number, didn't you?" Sam asked.
"Maybe," Dean answered. Sam rolled his eyes.
Later that night
The brothers had decided to stop at the newest addition to Twentynine, the night club that had recently been built. What better place to catch what they were looking for than at the club. They got in and scanned the dance floor. Dean's eyes alighted on a 5'6'' blonde. Her hair was curled around her face, she was tanned, slim, toned, and had a well endowed bust. She was talking to a man next to her. Dean caught the sight of something pointy in her mouth.
"Sam look at that blonde there," He said as he nodded to the woman who was dancing with some guy.
"What about her?" Sam asked.
"Something's off," Dean said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Her canines look pointed," Dean answered. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yeah sure they do. Probably implants. You know how those vampire addicts are," Sam muttered. Dean sent a glare at his brother before he felt it. Dean's head snapped around and his eyes locked with the blonde's, who offered him a seductive smile. Dean repressed a shiver because that look promised was enough to send all his blood rushing. Something wasn't right. She wasn't human that was for certain. He could almost hear a little voice in his head beckoning him and telling him to go over to her.
"Sam. You feel that?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. The whole club feels like that," Sam answered. It felt like it would after a one night stand. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and watched as the blonde took the man's hand and lead him toward the back of the club.
"Should we?" Sam asked.
"Let it be let's see how the man comes out." Dean answered. Sam and Dean moved toward the bar and settled in. They ordered a drink and took a sip every now and again before she reappeared. She had the afterglow. Both of them stood up and walked over to her.
"What are you?" Dean asked.
"Correction. For you Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, it's who are you," She answered with a seductive smile.
"Sure, whatever. Who are you?" Sam asked.
"Lauren Lukas," She answered with a smile.
"What did you do with that man?" Dean asked.
"I don't kiss and tell, but I'd be happy to show you," She answered with a wink.
"They bugging you, sis?" a man asked as he approached. He stood at 6'6'', pale skin, well built, and short and spiky crimson hair. His eyes were hazel.
"No. Of course not, Jesse," She answered with a smile. Jesse crossed his arms over his chest and stood behind her.
"We'll be in touch," Sam said as he tugged Dean away. Once they reached outside of the club they looked at each other.
"Something isn't right about those two," Sam said.
"I agree," Dean said.