It was a dark night. The alley looked desolate, save a rat scurrying from one dumpster to the next in search of food. Shawn and Gus were trying unsuccessfully to hide themselves behind one of the dumpsters while straining their eyes to see beyond the chain-link fence that split the alley into two.

"I can't see, Shawn," Gus whispered, elbowing him so he could get some room to look.

"It's not your job to see, Gus; we're here to listen. And see, I suppose." Shawn gave up trying to see by Gus' side, and took a knee so he could look in the direction Gus was looking. They could see some men forcing a woman on her knees while another man stood above her with a blade. It was long, about a foot, and somewhat bright, as they could see that much more clearly than either the men or the woman. The one holding the knife was the one that spoke.

"Darling, you might as well just give it up. We know he's here. We know you know where he is. Now just tell me before I have to…. Well, let's not dwell on that. What I'm hoping is that you will give us the information we need and you can just… run along." Shawn could just hear the grin on the man's face, as if he were enjoying being a psychopath. The voice sounded smooth and deep, an accent highlighting every word.

"Gus," Shawn said, hitting his friend's knee repeatedly. "Gus, we need to—" Shawn looked up and saw a man grasping Gus' shoulder. "Man," he replied, slowly standing. He knew what was coming next.

Sam was on his laptop, quickly perusing the news, and saw that there had been an incident in Santa Barbara, California. After reading the article, he motioned to Dean. "Hey, we might be looking in the wrong area for you-know-who." Sam arched his eyebrows and Dean scanned the article. His face twitched. Wrong area, indeed.

"Well, how about we head over there after we take care of this vamp nest?"

Sam nodded. "Sounds like a plan." They quickly grabbed an axe and a machete, ready to get to work.