"I haven't been able to find anything on the Vics," Sam said just as we entered the small doorway. "No patterns, no relations no-"

"Sam we figured it out," Dean interrupted, taking off his jacket. "What did you find at the morgue?" Cas asked, standing up from his chair. He walked right next to Dean, standing a bit too close. Dean whipped around, startled by castiels appearance. "Cas! Personal space?" Dean reminded, to which Cas took a big step back. "Yeah you're right. We discussed this," Cas stumbled, crashing right into me.

I landed with an 'oomph', and then suddenly, I was effortlessly raised by Castiels arms. Castiel must've tripped because suddenly we were tumbling and he was on top of me, and I was on the floor. "You can raise Dean from hell, but can't lift me from the freaking floor?" I grumbled, gingerly pushing him off. "Sorry just..." He trailed off, "my head,"

Dean and Sam glanced at Cas, as he seemed to look into the distance. "Angel radio," he murmured, then shot me a frightening look. "They found out about you,"

I raised myself to my feet, groaning into the sheets as I threw myself onto the bed. "Freaking great," I pointed at Dean, remembering the case. "Tell em' what we found," I sighed. Dean unbuttoned his shirt, eager to get out of the suit. "We were able to look through the couples wallets, their time of death, and their location of death," he slipped on a t-shirt. "All of them had conveniently gone to Cracker Barrel before they died,"

Sam scoffed, "talk about a last meal," I nodded solemnly, grabbing a casual change of clothes and marching to the bathroom. "Dean, guess we're ordering that pie again,"

************

We entered the restaurant once more, and I tugged at my red and navy flannel. The hostess looked at us, giving a pearly smile. "Four?" She curtly asked, and I nodded, pulling the boys along. "So, something is lurking around," Dean commented once we had sat down. "Yeah, but who could it be? Frequent customer? Employee? Someone hiding out back?" Sam listed, shrugging his shoulders. Cas pondered, "you've both hunted with less," he pointed out.

"So you're back?" Our waiter asked, the same as yesterday. Her name tag read Delia, so I struck up a conversation. "Yeah, me and my boyfriend just can't get enough of this place, right Cas," I said cheerily, but groaned on the inside. I put a hand annoyingly on his shoulder, pecking his cheek. "Might become a regular," I added. Cas stood there stuttering, so I elbowed him. "Yeah. The food is... Great," he quickly picked up, "probably Maggie and I's favorite restaurant,"

Dean and Sam held in their laughter, almost making me roll my chestnut eyes. "So, speaking of regulars, got any round here?" I asked. She shrugged, glancing around the tables. "Only Robb," she murmured, her eyes downcast when she pointed out an older man sitting alone. He was staring into his coffee, the steam long since gone. "He alright? Looks kind of depressed," Sam asked, pity on his face. "His daughter was one of the victims of that throat murderer," she sighed, refilling our glasses. "Such a shame... I talked to her the night she died,"

I acted surprised, "no way,"

She scoffed, "yeah. Kat and Robb were here having dinner, and she went ahead home first. Never got there I suppose," she finished, giving a thin smile and walking off. "I'm going to go have a chat with Robb, you three keep your eyes peeled," Dean announced, scooching his chair to get up. "Hey, don't you two make Sam look like a third wheel," Dean joked, pointing to Cas and I.

I gritted my teeth, but kept my mouth shut. "So, that leaves the regulars out. Only regular they got is the Vics father," I sighed, leaning on my elbow. "Look," Cas said softly. Sam and I traced his gaze towards the employees only door. The little girl from yesterday was peeking out the doorframe. Curiously watching us. Well, she had first been staring intently at Robb. I smiled at her, and waved my hand. She waved back, slowly stepping out. I curled my finger toward me, and she slowly walked into our direction. "hi, it's Gina, right?" I said sweetly, once she reached our table. She nodded, taking a seat next to Sam. "Ever played this game?" I asked, giving her the peg board. She took it, getting it down to one peg faster than Castiel had. "Woah," Sam smiled. "I'm here a lot," she sighed, swinging her legs. "I'm Sam, that's Maggie and Castiel," Sam introduced. "So Gina, how do you like the restaurant," I asked, but she looked away.

"It's... Good," she hesitantly said. "That doesn't sound reassuring," Cas answered. "Mommy doesn't believe me," she pouted, shaking her dirty blonde curls. "About what?" Sam curiously asked. "Dracula!" She blurted, complete seriousness in her eyes. Sam gave me a stony look, signaling a lead.

"Where?" Cas asked. She frighteningly looked towards the kitchen. "The head chef," she murmured, before adding. "I saw him. With Miss Kat. They were talking and she got angry so he hurt her," she stumbled, getting up. "I-I'm scared,"

"Gina!" Delia called, stomping toward her daughter. "What are you doing?" She scolded, "I'm so sorry she's-"

"No it's fine, she's really sweet," Sam sympathized, as Gina was walked away. Dean sat down with a sigh. "Robb knows nothing," he said, taking a swig of juice. "Yeah, but little Gina saw 'dracula'" Sam replied. "Dracula?" Dean squinted his eyes suspiciously. "She witnessed Kats death," Castiel continued, "it was the head chef,"

Dean groaned. "Great, just great,"

I stood up from my chair, "I'm going to check out the back, see if there's a door connecting to the kitchen," I informed, and they nodded. "Come back in five minutes," Castiel said, and I exited the restaurant. The back was fairly dirty, a few cars parked that belonged to the staff. A dumpster loomed next to a door, marked with back kitchen entrance. "Bingo," I chuckled, rasping my knuckles on the dumpster.

My smiled stopped when muffled screams perked my ears up. Cautiously, I peeked around the corner to see a white van, the back open. Feet could be seen from under the doorway, but not close enough.

A man dressed in chefs clothes seemed to be stuffing something inside the van. Not something... Someone.

Gina's small figure was bound and gagged, her tiny legs kicking for freedom. Without a single thought passing through my brain, I leapt forward screaming at the attacker. "Let her go!" I grunted, punching him in the face.

Apparently, I had been too far away to notice what was in his hand, because as soon as I got into the proximity, a gun was pointed at my head.

I stiffened, eyeing Gina as she trembled in the car. "You're coming with us," the Vampire growled, grabbing rope. I felt the cold barrel of the weapon on my temple, as my arms were yanked behind me. The gun moved to my lower  back as he tied the bonds, then tightly gagged me. He began to tie my legs, and I stood helpless.

Why was I so naive? I should've had Sam or Dean or even Cas come with me. I'm no hunter, I'm a girl who studies music in Miami. I was completely and utterly unprepared for the dangers. Angels, I could stand a pretty good fight, but I've never quarreled with the rest of the supernatural.

The Vamp just finished tying the knot, when the boys came running from around the corner. They faltered at the scene, then picked up speed. "Maggie!" They shouted, "mahogany!"

But it was too late.

The vampire shoved me into the truck. The doors slammed, barely missing my feet. I quickly leapt to my knees, throwing myself at the window and screaming through my gag. The van had started to drive, and the boys were no where near. They were soon minuscule waving figures in the shadows, and I turned, letting myself slump down to see a tear faced Gina.

Shit.

********3rd person POV***********

"Maggie!" Dean shouted, circling the corner with his brother and Cas. "Dean look!" Sam shouted in shock, and they turned just to see a tied up Mahogany be stuffed into a van. Just as Maggie had said, the head chef leapt to the front seat. "Mahogany!" Cas screamed already rushing forward.

The van was long since gone, and the last view they saw was Maggie's face screaming through the window. "Son of a bitch!" Dean protested, swinging his fist in the air. Sam drastically turned to Cas, "track her,"

Cas cocked a confused head, "what?" Sam grumbled in annoyance, "your angel powers, zap to her," he ordered. Castiel seemed to focus, but shook his head. "She must be carrying a charm that wards off angels. Probably how she wasn't found before," he murmured, as Dean kicked the ground. "How could I have been so stupid. It's her first hunt and we left her alone," he grumbled. "Dean, it's everyone's fault. We thought-" Sam was cut off by Cas.

"-we thought with being a Nephilim she could handle herself. But she's not even in full power," Castiel finished. "We can't think of her as a thing. She's a girl," Dean ran hands across his face, "she's a person,"

Castiel looked up from the floor, "we have work to do,"

**********Maggie's POV***********

Since I thankfully wasn't blind folded, I studied the way we came through the windows. The van had bumpily led us along a dirt road on the outskirts of the city. If I craned my head against the window, I could view us nearing a cabin and barn. For right now, my safety wasn't priority. Gina's was.

If this little girl doesn't get out, I refuse to leave. I heard her whimpers through the gag, and tried to calm her with my eyes. Even though my strength wasn't completely back, I tried to restrain against the ropes. I felt them snapping along my wrists. The ropes slid off, and my hands began unweaving my legs after my gag was taken off. "Gina I've got you," I panted, turning to the girl.

I had begun to undo her legs, when her wide eyes glanced behind me. Her voice began to scream in muffled terror, and I shot around just as the doors opened and I was yanked by my ankle. I let out a Yelp, hitting the floor. The Vamp went for my arm, but I rolled, shooting to my feet and landing a kick to his head.

I whipped out my angel blade, remembering the only way to kill a Fang was to wipe the bastards head clean off. His retractable teeth slid out, hissing at me. The hand to hand combat began. He landed a few punches to my gut, but I spun around and slammed him against the truck. The grabbed my wrist, throwing me a few feet.

His foot came at my face, but I rolled once again, kicking his legs from under him. While he lay on the floor, I grabbed my blade which had fallen, and went for his neck. The blade was inches from slicing his ugly head off, but he put his hands around my arms, pushing me away. I fought tooth and nail, trying to just slice him.

As fate would have it, I didn't succeed. He flipped me over his head, so I landed on my back with a humph. The sound of a gun being cocked woke me from my dizzy spell, but I didn't move when the familiar cold metal met my head. "Get up," he growled. I groaned, doing as he said. He lifted Gina up with a single arm, to which I twitched, but the gun reminded me the situation I was in.

I settled for a scowl, as I was marched into the dingy cabin. He pushed me down into a Mahogany chair, oh the irony, and tied me down again. Luckily, he didn't gag me, but didn't put Gina beside me. He dragged the screaming child outside the door, probably the barn. I began to protest, but he yanked her hair. "Behave," he growled to both of us.

I stopped moving, and they were gone from my view. I decided to intake the view. Smoldering ash flurried from the fireplace, and multi patterned rugs dotted the knotty oak wood. Animal heads were mounted, and then my eyes shot to a shelf sitting to the left of me.

15 dusty jars were lined up neatly, but then I realized 5 of them were shiny. New, shiny. Thick red liquid seemed to sit inside. Small pictures were crudely taped in front, messing handwriting scrabbled on. That's when my breath hitched in my throat. Five of those names, five of those pictures, I recognized.

They were the victims we were investigating.

He out their blood in jars. My chest tightened as I struggled, quietly whimpering. Gina, oh my god, Gina.

A creak of a door made me freeze, my breathing going quiet. I listened for footsteps, they seemed to come from behind me. I shut my eyes, being completely still.

"Maggie?" A familiar voice asked. "Sam?" I squeaked, craning my neck behind me. "Oh my god, Sam," I sighed. Relief spread through me like a wild fire, as he checked my injuries. "Sam get me untied. He has Gina in the barn," I ordered, just as Sam rushed to my side. He hadn't even brushed against my skin, when a frying pan the size of my head clanged against sam.

The dull thump of Sam hitting the floor made me jump, and the Vamp stood there triumphant. He kicked Sam for good measure, making me staring against the ropes in anger. "Names Clark, by the way," he laughed, grunting slightly as he hefted Sam onto another chair. "Go to hell, Clark," I growled, hoping that Sam is fine. His limp body slumped in the chair. Bonds were tied to him as well.

"See you soon," Clark breathed into my ear, the warm breath making me shiver in disgust.

********

20 fricking minutes.

Sam's been out for 20 minutes, and counting. I had been playing eye spy with myself, if that's even possible. I was currently trying to count every single stripe on Sam's plaid shirt when he stirred. He blinked slowly, taking in our scenario. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked groggily. "You have 48 stripes on the left side of your shirt," I blurted, to which he furrowed his brow. "What?" He asked in confusion, so I shook my head. "Never mind," I shrugged, "where's Cas and Dean?"

"They were-" he groaned pulling at the ropes. "Checking out some other cabins, ugh what happened?" He explained in one painful slur. "Clark the crazy Vampire hit you across the head with a big ol' frying pan," I said dead on, and right when I finished uttering the last words, Clark solemnly lumped into the dingy room.

"I was waiting for your friend to be awake," he snarled in amusement. I scowled at him, and Sam looked ready to burst. "You're the creepiest Vamp I've ever met," Sam hissed. "Thanks, I try," Clark smiled. Shiny white teeth beamed at us, and then sharp fangs slid over. Sam and I twitched, and began to pull at our ropes in futile.

He slid over to me, his teeth taunting my fear. "Just get it over with," I whispered, preparing my neck. "Not quite," he chortled, getting his own arm and slicing it with his teeth. Sam's green eyes widened in alarm, and they reminded me of a full moon. "No," he rasped, before snarling like a dog. "No! Maggie don't open your mouth! He's going to turn you!" Sam desperately shouted, so I clamped my mouth shut. I nicked the tip of my tongue, and soon I tasted my own blood.

Clark grasped the sides of my face, pressing painfully. "Open wide," he sneered, and I frantically shook my pounding head. "Open wide,"

My mouth began to creak open, and I heard Sam's protests. But I was only focused on the dripping blood coming nearer. "No..." I strange gurgled voice said from my throat, but with was quickly shut up my mouth being yanked open.

Sam gave me a sorrowful frown as the metallic blood ran down my throat.

A/N

Omgggg so first hunt not going so well.... I have a task for you guys!!! Please comment the following:

Out of all the three boys, who do YOU think is/should be her

Lover?

Brother?

Or BESTFRIEND?

Pls vote too

-:)