The two girls crouched in the midnight shadows as the moon glared down at them with a mocking expression as they spoke in whispers about what they were about to do.
"Please tell me that is not our plan," Courtney begged, her green eyes growing into a classic puppy god fashion.
Charlie elected to ignore said look and nod. "Yes, yes it is," she stated.
Courtney blinked and allowed her eyes to fall back to their normal size. "We're going to die," she stated, more to herself than to her sister.
Charlie couldn't help but chuckle. "Come on, we've done stupider things," she reminded her, flashing her a smile.
She shot her a glare. "Stupider? Don't you mean more stupid?" she corrected.
"I'm the older one, don't correct me!" she snapped lightly, the back of her hand slapping into Courtney's shoulder.
She responded with a roll of the eyes. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" she asked before reaching down to pick her sword up from where she had set it down.
A smile slipped onto Charlie's lips as she pulled her machete out of its holster.
Charlie let out a sigh as the last body fell to the ground, its head rolling off a few yards away. "Well," she said offhandedly, "that was fun."
"Our best yet," Courtney agreed as whipped the Vampire blood off her blade.
Charlie let her eyes trail over the numerous bodies as her smile twitched. "We're missing one," she stated.
She nodded, having too counted the motionless bodies. "We going to go look for him?"
Both girls shared a look. "Nah," she answered together.
Charlie let out a sigh and raised her hand to brush back a strand of hair but stopped when she saw the blood that coated it. "Uh, we're covered in blood," she noted, her nose scrunching I disgust. "How about after we torch this place we find a place with showers?"
Courtney snorted. "Please, we walk into a truck stop looking like this and we're going to get arrested," she stated. "I vote we find a nice back road, take a water bottle bath and then sleep."
Charlie sighed but nodded in agreement.
"I still can't believe we charged a nest while they were awake."
She flashed her a blinding smile. "One of my more brilliant plans," she gloated before returning her blood stained machete back into its thigh holster.
"You mean like that hunt with the Werewolf in London?" Courtney asked, her voice unamused.
Charlie pointed an accusing finger at her. "That was your fault for listening to a drunk woman."
Courtney rolled her eyes and nodded in agreement, knowing she was right.
She stuck her tongue out at her before looping her arm through hers and pulling her out to the car where they had several cans of gas waiting for them.
"Sam!" Dean snapped over the radio and the insistent noise coming from his brother. "Sam, wake up!" she shouted, reaching over to smack Sam in the shoulder.
The younger Winchester jerked away at the abuse of his brother, a glare pulling at his face as he did so. "What?" he demanded, his voice thick with sleep.
"You were doing a rather impressive impression of a lawn mower," Dean told him. "Couldn't hear myself yelling in my head."
Sam let out a sigh, the anger leaving him. "Sorry, man, sleeping in a car does that."
Dean rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to the road. "You don't hear yourself," he muttered.
Sam let out a sigh and pushed himself up straighter. "Where are we?" he thought to ask.
Dean ran a hand over his face as he let out a yawn. "Forks, Washington," he answered. "Heard there was a nest of Vampires here," he explained.
"Great, when is it my turn?" he asked, having noticed his brothers yawn.
"Later," he answered, putting a little more pressure on the gas pedal, pushing them forward faster.
"We'll crash before it's my turn," Sam muttered under his breath as he let his head roll to the side to look out the passenger's side window. He was about to let his eyes close again when something caught his attention.
Pulled off on the side of the back road was a '71 Mach 1 Mustang. A purple '71 Mach 1 Mustang.
Dean let out a low whistle. "Nice car," he commented as they drove past.
Sam's attention, however, was on the driver's window where a bloody handprint was in plain sight. "Dean, stop!" he yelled.
In reflex Dean slammed on the brakes, the tires of the Impala screeching as smoke rose into the night air. "What the hell, Sammy?!" he barked.
"There was blood," Sam answered before throwing open his door and running off to the car.
"Dammit," Dean cursed as he threw his baby into park and followed after his brother.
The two circled the car, being overly cautious as they peeked down through the windows.
"Two women," Dean noted when he spotted the two bodies in the seats. He felt his stomach drop when he saw the blood that was tangled in their hair and stained on their skin.
Sam let out a sigh as he came to the same conclusion as his brother. "What do you think did this?" he asked as he made his way to the trunk of the car.
Dean shrugged. "Vampires maybe," he suggested before grabbing the driver's side door and opening it, wanting to get a closer look at the woman. He leaned in and hovered a little more than an inch away from her.
"Better back off," a voice from the back seat spoke. "She likes her personal space."
Dean stiffened when he felt something sharp press into his abdomen, the feeling horribly familiar. He swallowed hard before slowly pulling back away from the woman, looking down to find a knife at the end of her arm.
The woman who was laying in the backseat sat up, her eyes heavy lidded as she did so. "She's stabby when she's tired," she explained before letting out a yawn.
He looked back down to the woman holding the knife on him and found that her eyes had opened, revealing surprisingly blue eyes.
"Dean, the trunk is an arsenal," Sam spoke as he dug through the now open trunk.
"Yeah, Sammy, could have guessed that," Dean said, his eyes never leaving the woman's.
"Dude, they have a sword!"
The woman in the backseat stiffened at that. "Don't touch it I just polished it!" she snapped, getting the younger man to jump and bang his head on the overhanging trunk door.
"You okay, Sammy?" Dean asked, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
Sam groaned in pain as he rubbed the spot he had hit. "Yeah, but, uh, Dean-"
"Yeah, the dead women? Not so dead," he finished.
The woman with the knife on Dean sat up, her eyes narrowed in thought as she looked Dean over. "Wait a minute,' she said, her voice hesitant as she slowly turned her head to look out the windshield. "Is that a Black '67 Chevy Impala?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," Dean answered, not really sure what his baby had to do with anything.
The woman in the backseat let out a suffering groan. "Please tell me they're not Winchesters," she pleaded, leaning forward to get a closer look at him.
"Those hard eyes, that chiseled chin, the worn leather jacket," the woman with the knife listed off, her tone filled with dread. "That's a Winchester alright."
"Perfect," she groaned, allowing herself to fall back onto the seat.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, pressing the knife a little harder into Dean's stomach.
He swallowed hard once again, his eyes lingering on the blade before looking up to her once again. "We saw blood, thought we would check it out," he answered before chuckling nervously. "Sammy spotting it, actually."
"Of course he did," she said before motioning him to step back.
He did just that and watched as the two women pulled themselves from the car, grimacing here and there as various parts of their bodies popped.
"Why are you here?" the woman still holding the knife asked, her eyes locking on Sam as he walked around the car to stand next to his brother.
Dean couldn't answer her, being unable to pull is eyes away from the two women. The way they stood, the way they commanded and not asked, and the way they both held that all but familiar look in their eyes. The look that showed they had seen things that no one should ever see. They were Hunters.
Sam decided to break the silence. "Look, we're sorry about," he paused to look both of them over, "waking you up, but we just wanted to see if you were okay," he explained. "A bloody handprint isn't really normal."
The woman from the backseat gave him a sickly sweet smile. "Well, aren't you two a pair of white knights," she said. "The Winchester boys coming to the rescue of two injured girls."
Dean decided to go on the defensive. "Alright, who the hell are you?" he barked, glaring hard at them.
"We're the Valentines," they answered, small smiles pulling at their lips.
The brothers weren't sure what to do with that, seeing as they still had no idea who they were.
"Right, well, nice meeting you but we're going to go," the woman with the knife said, her tone rather sarcastic.
The woman from the backseat grimaced. "Hooker sheets again?" she asked, pouting slightly.
"And Magic Fingers," the other confirmed although she said it with a smirk.
The boys watched the two woman climb into the car.
The driver's window rolled down and the woman leaned out. "Nice fake names by the way," she said before tossing something to Dean.
He caught it as they drove off.
"Dude, that's your wallet," Sam stated, looking down at the black leather object in his brothers hands.
Dean's jaw clenched as he shoved his wallet back into his pocket, trying to think back to when she could have taken it. "You ever hear of the Valentines?" he asked.
Sam shook his head. "No, but maybe Bobby has," he suggested.
Dean nodded absently. "Yeah, we'll, uh, call him in the morning," he agreed before stalking back to the Impala, his brother on his heels.
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