Dean had a giant grin on his face as he raced down the road, eager to be back behind the wheel of his Impala. Jenny had a soft smile on her face as the window was rolled down, letting her hair fall all against the string wind.

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Jenny held her smile and looked over to Dean with a raised brow.

"You already replacing me with your car?" She joked, and Dean chuckled.

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean." Sam chimed in.

"Oh, don't listen to them, baby. They doesn't understand us." Dean pat the dashboard, still grinning. Jenny shook her head in amusement, turning back to the window.

Sam laughed softly, looking to his brother from the back seat. "You're in a good mood."

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"No reason." Sam shook his head, shrugging.

"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up." Dean smiled as he turned to Jenny, who was still looking out the window.

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine."

Dean laughed, shaking his head. "How far to Red Lodge?"

"Uh, about another three hundred miles." Sam answered, looking down at his map. Dean nodded, stepping on the gas a little harder.

...

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time." The sheriff with a fairly impressive mustache told the hunting trio, who were dressed up as news reporters. Jenny pretended to scribble something down in her journal, nodding.

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam tilted his head as the sheriff nodded, humming in response. "Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan."

"That was two days ago. Is there—" The sheriff cut himself short as a woman knocked on his door, pointing to her watch. "Oh. Sorry, time's up, we're done here."

"One last question—"

"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Jenny interrupted Sam, looking up from her doodle. The sheriff frowned, putting his hands to his hips.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, you know. The dozen cases of cattle being ripped open. Torn to shreds, blood drained and guts—"

"What about them?" The sheriff interjected, looking a little uneasy towards Jenny.

"So you don't think there's a connection?" Sam raised his brows as the sheriff shook his head.

"Connection... with...?"

"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff." Sam shrugged.

"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" The sheriff laughed at Dean, who gave him a serious look.

"You— you're not kidding." The three shook their heads slowly. "Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"

"How?"

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"

"World Weekly News..."

"Weekly World News."

"World News." Jenny, Sam and Dean all glanced at each other.

"World—"

"Weekly World—"

"Weekly... We're new." Dean gestured to Jenny, who laughed awkwardly. The sheriff glared at them.

"Get out of my office."

...

Jenny fixed her lab coat, checking herself out in the reflection of the door before turning to Dean and Sam, who were putting theirs on. "You think we should buy these for a just in case? Because I look great." She joked, looking down at her name tag and frowned. "Doctor Sereno."

"They always have extras. I think we'll be fine." Sam said, walking over to Jenny. He waited for Dean to give him the okay before opening the door.

A young intern was sitting behind a desk looking through different files, turning to see the three. Dean looked at the man's name tag, frowning to read it.

"John."

"Jeff." He corrected, and Dean clicked his tongue.

"Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away." Jeff frowned, shaking his head.

"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation."

"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would—" Dean gestured to the open door and whistled. Jeff's eyes widened in fear and he dashed out, the three hunters watching him leave. "Okay. Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked as Sam and Jenny nodded.

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead."

"Yeah. So much fucked up crap happens in Florida." Dean uttered, the trio walking into the morgue. Dean walked over to a small table, taking out two sets of large gloves and handed a pair to Sam, taking the smaller gloves and gave them to Jenny.

After slapping the gloves on, Jenny walked over to a compartment, opening it as Sam jumped back. "What? Scared she'll resurrect?" Jenny joked and Sam shot her a glare.

There was a box between the girls legs, Dean nudging Sam and gestured to it. "All right, open it."

"You open it." Sam frowned, Dean rolling his eyes.

"Wuss." Dean grabbed the box, carrying it over to another table and flipped off the lid, grimacing. Sam and Jenny walked over, cringing at the beheaded woman.

"Well, no pentagram." Dean stated the obvious, Sam shaking his head.

"Wow. Poor girl."

"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs." Dean gave Sam a look, smiling.

"Yeah, here, go ahead."

"No, you go ahead." Dean snapped, Jenny rolling her eyes at the brothers.

"What?"

"Put the lotion in the basket."

"Jesus you two are babies." Jenny nudged Dean aside, opening the dead woman's mouth as Sam looked away.

"Dean, get me a bucket?" Sam grimaced, Dean giving him an odd look.

"You find something?" He asked, his brother shook his head.

"No, I'm going to puke." Jenny paused and turned to Sam, raising her brows.

"Sam you've seen way worse than this." Sam shot her another glare and she turned back to the head, lifting the lips up. "Holy shit. Look at this."

"What? You want me to throw up, is that it?" Sam scowled, Jenny shaking her hand at him. "Aye! Get that away!"

"No! And if you do, aim it at the trash can. Look." Dean and Sam leaned over Jenny's shoulders, looking at the dead woman's gums.

"What is that, a hole?" Dean asked, frowning. Jenny pressed against the hole, a tooth shooting out.

"Holy shit. That's a vampire fang." She mumbled, looking to Dean.

"You gotta be kidding me." He groaned, standing back up.

"Well, this changes things." Sam sighed as Jenny closed the vampires mouth.

"Ya think?"

...

Jenny, Sam and Dean had since dressed back k to their usual attire, walking up to a bartender. "How's it going?" Dean said to the bartender, who raised his hands up.

"Living the dream. What can I get for you?"

"Three beers, please." Jenny sat down at the bar and the man nodded, pulling out three bottles from the refrigerator beneath him.

"So, we're looking for some people." Sam started. The bartender laughed, shaking his head.

"Sure. Hard to be lonely." Sam chuckled, pulling out a fifty dollar bill and slid it over the table.

"Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant." The bartender looked to the money before slowly taking it. "Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..."

"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." Dean continued, the bartender shrugging. They each took long swigs off their beer, Jenny still drinking hers as the man talked.

"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice."

"Thanks." Jenny glanced over at Dean as he gestured for her to finish. She quickly downed as much as she could before waving the bartender goodbye and they left.

"You guys saw that one dude staring, right?" She whispered as they rounded a corner. Sam and Dean nodded. "Good, I wasn't going crazy."

Jenny unlatched the knife hidden under her sleeve, sucking behind the large trash bin as Sam and Dean hid. She waited, listening to the heavy footsteps as the man approached.

When she saw his foot, she lunged at the man, throwing herself back onto the wall and pressed her knife to his throat. Despite trying to feee himself, Jenny wrapped one of her legs around his, holding him still. Sam and Dean jumped out, pointing their guns to the man's face.

"Smile." Dean demanded, the man giving him a confused look.

"What?"

"He said smile. Show us your teeth." Jenny grunted as the man tried to elbow her, Dean cocking his gun.

"Oh, for the love of -- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire!" He yelled, the three frowning. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked, still holding the gun to his face.

"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch." Jenny looked to Dean, the man starting to pull away. She put him into a headlock, pinning him harder. "Whoa. Easy there, Chachi." Slowly, the man lifted his lips up, revealing normal teeth. "See? Fangless. Happy?"

Jenny attempted to look and failed, glancing at Sam and Dean. They both nodded and she let the man go, his hand retreating to his neck. "Shit. You're stronger than you look. Now. Who the hell are you?"

"Sam Winchester. This is my brother, Dean. And that's—"

"Jennifer Price." The man smiled, Jenny raising her brows. Sam and Dean frowned in confusion. "I gotta say, from the stories I've heard I thought you'd have a lot more scars."

"Sorry... stories?" Jenny asked and the man nodded.

"Yeah. That man you tried to save a few months back from that river spirit. You got a nasty scar on your arm from it, don't you?" Jenny unconsciously reached for the scar he was talking about.

"How do you know about that?" Sam asked, the man still smiled.

"Well, you guys are pretty famous with the Hunters. Got a lot of theories on you three. Jennifer over here has a lot of stories from before she worked with you lot." Jenifer kept glancing between the three men as they walked to his car.

The man laughed, shaking his head. "My names Gordon. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? John. Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot—"

"You seem to know a lot about our family. And Jen." Dean interrupted as Gordon opened his trunk to reveal his arsenal of weapons.

"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk."

"No, we don't, actually." Dean spoke sharply, Gordon hummed.

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" He turned back to Jenny. "You know, I heard of that one case you took on back in your teen years with John. Left you a nasty one on the ne—"

"Don't remind me." Jenny snapped, fixing her hair quickly. Gordon nodded, raising his hands in defense as Dean shot him a nasty glare. Jenny turned away.

"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam said, trying to change the subject.

"Yep. Been here two weeks."

"Did you check out that Barker farm?"

"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone." Gordon laughed again, reeling back as he remembered the smell.

"Where's the nest, then?" Dean spoke, crossing his arms.

"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."

"We could help." Dean suggested but Gordon still shook his head.

"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy."

"Come on, man, I"ve been itching for a hunt."

"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon started to get into his car, pausing to turn back to the three. "It was real good meeting you, though. Would love to hear more of the stories you got. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side."

As Gordon drove away, Jenny turned back, still holding her hair to the scar on her neck. "I don't like him."

"How does he even know about the scars? We've never told anyone." Sam said as Dean shook his head.

"Doesn't matter. Whoever the hell ghat guy is... He's bad news."