Dean was a creature of habit. When he’s on the road he likes to stop at gas stations where he knows he can get a good price on fuel, usually stocks up on cheap snacks and it doesn’t hurt to have a pretty cashier behind the counter. That’s what made him stop at this particular station quite often.
Dean had already put gas in the car and now was coming in to get something to eat and flirt with Mason, the lead cashier. She was cute, witty and seemed like she could have some badass side to her that Dean would love to see. Usually girls like that were great in bed and he’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t thought about it.
Today when he came in though there was nobody at the front. Granted it was later in the evening after the sun had gone down but still there should be at least a few people in here. That’s when he heard the noises in the back. He goes to where the commotion is coming from to see Mason with a dagger in her hand in a battle with some fanged bastard. It’s a vampire. At first Dean’s stunned that the girl even knows how to handle herself around something like that. Then his instincts kick in. He runs to the car and gets out his bullets that are soaked in dead man’s blood. Then he hauls ass back into the store and tells Mason to get down as he readies the shot.