TWILIGHT

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"Mr Elkins?" A Barmaid asks. Mr Elkins is totally focused on the journal. "Mr Elkins, would you like another?"

Elkins looks up. "Yeah. Thanks Beth." He says and Beth moves to pour another guys drink.

"Thought they caught the Unibomber." He says.

"Yeah, poor Mr Elkins lives all alone, up the canyon. Sits here every day, going through his papers, making his little notes. He's a nice old man, he's just a nut." Beth says. She pours another shot for Elkins. "Here you go."

Elkins takes his shot and looks up. One woman and three men have entered the bar. They survey the room before moving to the bar. Elkins watches them. "What will you have?" Beth asks the Woman.

"Jack all around, leave the bottle." She says.

"You hungry?" Beth asks.

"We have dinner plans."

"Ok." Beth turns to grab a bottle of jack. "Can I get you something else Mr Elkins?" She turns to find his place empty.

lkins parks and hurries to the door, looking behind him as he struggles with the key. Once inside he dumps his papers on the desk, then freezes. He slowly turns to see the woman from the bar. "It's been a while. I gotta say, you look old." She says.

"What do you want." He throws a knife which hits the dead centre of her chest. She looks down.

The Woman begins pulling the knife out. "Damn. You can do better than that." Her eyes flash and she smiles.

Elkins hurries into the other room, locking the door and pushing a heavy bookcase across it. He opens a cupboard to reveal a safe and begins the combination. "Come on come on." He mumbles.

There is banging on the door. He removes a metal box from the safe and opens it to reveal an old fashioned looking gun. He begins to load it. The banging continues. Two men drop through the roof and leap over the desk to grab Elkin. The gun falls to the floor.

The bookcase barricading the door falls and the woman walks though. The Woman picks the gun up from the floor and examines it.

"Nice gun. wouldn't do you much good of course. Boys, we're eating in tonight." She says. The men fall on Elkins. They are vampires.

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ean is flipping through a newspaper, Sam on his laptop. Dean is folding the paper. "Well dude. Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What have you got?" He asks Sam.

"Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an areoplane and survived." Sam says.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Damn. You really think we have enough time for that?" Dean asks.

"Yeah I dunno, maybe someday. In the meatime we got a lot of work to do Dean, you know that." Sam says.

"Yeah all right. What else you got?"

"Ahh, I man in Colorado, a local man named Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home." Sam says.

"Elkins? I know that name." Dean says.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Sam says.

Dean mutters under his breath. "Elkins...Elkins...Elkins." He says.

"Sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first they said it was some sort of bear attack and now they've found some signs of robbery." Sam says.

"Mm-hmm" Dean hums. He starts flicking through John's journal. "There, check it out." He shows Sam their Dad's journal, the name Elkins in bold in the page.

"You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam asks.

"It's a Colorado area code." Dean says.

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he door creeps open to reveal Sam putting away his lock pick, Dean with a torch. Dean is looking around at the mess. "Looks like the maid didn't come today." He says.

"Hey there's salt over here, right beside the door." Sam says.

Dean begins flicking through Elkins journal. "You mean protection against demon salt, or 'whoops I spilled the popcorn 'salt." He asks.

"It's clearly a ring. Do you think this guy Elkins was a player?" Sam asks.

"Definitely."

Sam comes up behind Dean. "That looks a hell of a lot like Dad's." He says.

"Yep, except this dates back to the '60s." Dean says. A man is standing in the shadows of a large tree, looking at the cabin. Sam and Dean move into the other room and shine their torches around the destruction, including up at the hole in the roof.

"Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one." Sam says.

"Looks like he put up a hell of a fight too." Dean says.

"Yeah." They look around the room. Dean crouches to get a closer look at the floor. "You got something?" Sam asks.

"I dunno. Some scratches on the floor." Dean says.

"Death throes maybe?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, maybe." Dean grabs a page from a notebook, places it over the marks and rubs a pencil led over it to get an outline. "Or maybe a message." Dean hands the paper to Sam. "Look familiar?"

"Three letters, six digits. The location and combintion of a post office box. It's a mail drop." Sam says.

"Just the way Dad does it." Dean says.

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ean opens the post office box, Sam at his side. He removes a letter, stares, and shows it to Sam. They look at each other. "'J.W.' You think? John Winchester?" Sam says.

"I don't know. Should we open it?" Dean asks. There is a knock on Dean's window. Dean rears back, automatically raising his arm, fist clenched. John Winchester. When John see's he has shocked them he smiles. "Dad?" Dean asks.

John gets in the backseat. "Dad what are you doing here? Are you all right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, I'm ok. I read the news about Daniel, I got here as fast as I could. I saw you two at his place." John says.

Sam speaks softly. "Why didn't you come in Dad?"

"You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren't followed...by anyone or anything. Nice job covering your tracks by the way." John says to the boys.

Dean looks a little proud. "Yeah, well, we learned from the best." He says.

"Wait, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. He was...he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting." John says.

"Well you never mentioned him to us." Sam points out.

"We had a...we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years." John gestures to the envelope. "I should look at that." He opens it. "'If you're reading this, I'm already dead'...that son of a bitch."

"What is it?" Dean asks.

John shakes his head. "He had it the whole time." He says.

"Dad what?" Sam asks.

"When you searched the place, did you see a gun. An old revolver, an antique, did you see it?" John asks.

"Ah, there was an old case but it was empty." Dean says.

"They have it." John says.

"You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Dean asks.

John starts to get out of the car. "We gotta pick up the trail." He says.

"Wait. You want us to come with you?" Sam asks.

"If Elkins was telling the truth we gotta find this gun." John says.

"The gun, why?" Sam bantered.

"Because it's important that's why." John says.

Sam rolls his eyes. "Dad, we don't even know what these things are yet." He says.

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires." John says.

"Vampires?" Dean asks. "I thought there was no such thing."

"You never even mentioned them Dad." Sam says.

"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and others had wiped them out. I was wrong." John says.

A voiceover starts, the narrator John. "Most vampire law is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late."

A car comes along the road toward the vampires. The Woman Vampire throws away the empty bottle to smash on the road. "All yours baby." She says.

In the car a young man drives, a girl in the passenger seat. "Well I bet you showed that guy." The girl says.

"What guy?" The Guy asks.

"The one that bet you wouldn't buy that shirt." She replies.

The Guy looks at her. "I love this shirt." He admits.

She shakes her head, smiling, and turns back to face the road. The guy continues smiling at her. She sees a man lying in the road. "No, look out!" The Girl screams. The guy slams on the brakes. "What happened to him?"

"Call 911." The guy goes to the man on the road as the girl opens her phone.

He turns the man's face to him. His eyes open, as does his mouth and a mouthful of fangs decend from his gums. He grabs the young guy.

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he camera pans across Sam and Dean sleeping peacefully in a motel room. "Unit 22 let me confirm. Mile marker 41,abandoned car. You need a workup?" A dispatcher says.

"Copy that. Possible 207. Better get forensics out here."

The camera stops on John, sitting at the table with a radio held in both hands. He puts it down, jumps to his feet and grabs his jacket. "Sam, Dean, let's go." John slaps their feet as he says their names.

Dean talks, but is still halfway asleep. "Mm-hmm." Sam half sits up. Dean starts rubbing his eyes.

"I picked up a police call." John says.

"What happened?" Sam asks.

"A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops got there everyone was missing. It's the vampires." John says.

Sam rises from the bed. "How do you know?" He asks.

"Just follow me, ok?" John says as he walks away.

Sam walks across the room, putting his jacket on. "Huh, vampires. Get's funnier every time I hear it." Dean says.