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Savethemadscientist: poor Winchester boys indeed. Nope Dean won't be happy when he finds out that she left.

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When Clary showed up at the junkyard a few days later she was met with the sounds of something hitting a car over and over. She dropped her bags and ran towards the noise where she discovered Dean slamming a crowbar against the impala repeatedly. She went over to him the moment he dropped to his knees. "Dean", she said softly. The older Winchester looked up at her, tears in his eyes.

"Clary", he whispered "Clary", he repeated as he touched her face "you're here". Dean hugged her, burying his face into her neck.

"I'm here", Clary said, rubbing his back.

"Why did you leave?" Dean mumbled "I didn't want you to go".

"I know", Clary said "I wanted to spend a few days with my family. I'm sorry I should've told you". The ginger held her soulmate while he clung onto her.

"Please don't go again", Dean pleaded, his voice muffled as he'd yet to move his face from her neck.

"I won't, I promise", Clary vowed. She glanced at the damaged impala "do you want some help with the car?" Dean nodded against her skin.

From inside Bobby's house, Sam watched the pair work of the vehicle together. It was nice to see their soulmate helping Dean with the impala. If he couldn't get Dean to open up then maybe Clary would have better luck.

Several days later saw the newly restored vehicle with its 3 passengers roaring down the road. "Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean said happily.

Clary laughed, glad to see him so happy. "You're in a good mood", Sam remarked.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asked "Got my car, got our soulmate…" he glanced in the rear view mirror and winked at the ginger when she met his eyes "…got a case, things are looking up".

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

Dean chuckled "How far to Red Lodge?"

"About another three hundred miles", Sam replied.

"Good", Dean said and pushed the pedal to the floor.

After a rather disastrous interview with the sheriff which almost had Clary in fits of laughter, the trio went to the morgue to check out the body. "John", Dean guessed the J on the interns name tag.

"Jeff", the man corrected.

"Jeff", Dean repeated "I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away".

Jeff frowned "But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation".

"He's come back a little early and he doesn't look too happy", Clary fibbed "been asking for you, repeatedly" and that had the intern scarpering away.

"Nice", Sam commented.

"Thanks", Clary said.

"Those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked walking over to a table to grab some latex gloves for them all.

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead", Sam answered.

"Yeah. So much f'd up crap happens in Florida", Dean muttered. He handed some gloves to Sam and Clary who donned them. Sam opened a compartment and wheels out a corpse, a box between its legs. "All right, open it", the older Winchester said.

"You open it", Sam shot back.

"Wuss", Dean countered, picking up the box and took it over to a table. He made a face when he flipped off the lid, revealing the severed head of the woman who'd been killed.

"I don't see any pentagram", Clary said, inching toward the box and taking a quick peek inside.

"Poor girl", Sam murmured.

"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 suggested.

"Yeah, here, go ahead", Sam said pushing the box closer to Dean.

"No, you go ahead", the blonde said, pushing the box back.

"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh?" Sam said sarcastically "Whatever". He took a couple of breaths, steeling himself before he began poking his fingers into the mouth. "Can one of you, get me a bucket?" he asked.

Clary quickly found one. "Wait… is that what I think it is?" she asked, having spotted something in the gums. She gave the bucket to Sam and then gingerly prodded the gum. The trio watched a narrow, sharp tooth descended. "Crap", she swore.

"You've seen vampires?" Sam asked her.

"I know of them", Clary replied "never had the pleasure in meeting one. Though that was by design. Wolves and Vamps don't really get along".

"Well, this changes things", Sam remarked.

"Ya think?" Dean sassed.

"I don't think this was such a good idea", Dean said watching Clary disappear into the local bar.

"She'll be fine", Sam assured him.

"If she's not out in 2 minutes, I'm going in", Dean said. Sam didn't blame him. She was their soulmate after all and she was going into a bar alone where there were sure to several drunk guys who'd probably attempt to hit on her.

Inside the building, Clary approached the bar. "Hey", she greeted.

"What can I can get for you?" the bartender asked.

"A beer, please", Clary replied. The bartender brought over a bottle and cracked it open. "Thanks" Clary took a sip "I'm new in town and I'm looking for some…fun. Do you know where I can find a group of night owls that like to party?"

"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", the bartender explained.

"Thanks", Clary said. She set down a 20 dollar bill "for the drink and information", she said.

"I appreciate that", the bartender said "have a good night, miss". Clary nodded and left the bar, a muscled black man, Gordon, watching her go. He got up and followed her out, noting that she met up with two men. The trio head down an alley and so does Gordon though unfortunately he lost sight of them. He turned and was shoved against the wall by both Winchesters.

"Smile", Dean demanded pressing a knife against Gordon's throat.

"What?" Gordon asked.

"Show us those pearly whites", Dean ordered.

"Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else?" Gordon requested "I'm not a vampire" Sam frowned "Yeah, that's right. I heard her in there" he nodded to Clary.

"What do you know about vampires?" the ginger questioned.

"How to kill them" , Gordon replied "Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch" he started to pull away when Sam pins him harder. He had no idea whether this man was a threat to their soulmate. "Whoa. Easy there, Chachi" Gordon slowly brought his right hand to his lip, pulling it back to revealing normal gums "See? Fangless. Happy?" seeing that the man wasn't a vampire, Sam and Dean released him "Now. Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean", Sam introduced "and this is Clary Barnes, our friend".

"Barnes. Any relation to Pamela?" Gordon asked.

"My aunt", Clary confirmed "and you are?"

"Gordon. Gordon Walker", Gordon replied. The group followed him to his car where he showed them his arsenal. "You know I met your old man once?" he remarked "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", Dean commented.

"Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk", Gordon told him.

"No, we don't, actually", Dean said.

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?"

"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours?" Sam asked seeing that his brother was starting to get irked with Gordon.

"Yep. Been here two weeks", Gordon answered.

"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Clary queried.

"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone", Gordon informed her.

"Where's the nest, then?" Dean asked.

"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", the black man assured them.

"We could help", Dean insisted.

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

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

Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out", he put the armoury away and got into his car "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side". Sam, Dean and Clary watched him drive off.

"We're going after him, aren't we?" Clary stated.

"Yep", Sam said.