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"Do you like cold weather?"

(Scene skip! Like TV does.)

(Yay I like those!)

Amber sat in the hotel talking to Sam. "I wonder where they are."

"I don't know," Sam replied. "Knowing Dean, probably somewhere he thought might impress her."

"Like a bar?" She smirked at her joke but got a bad feeling.

The hunter chuckled. "Probably."

Moon Drop stopped walking as they were only a block away from the hotel.

"What is it?" Dean turned to her.

Amber looked down, her smirk replace with a frown.

She didn't answer him, instead just turned to face across the street. "Who are you?"

Sam frowned in return. "What is it?"

Dean followed her gaze yet saw nothing.

Amber closed her eyes. "Something bad is gonna happen. I can feel it. Something is gonna happen to one of us four and soon. That's all I can feel." She opened her eyes and looked up.

He smirked as his eyes glowed red. "Are you Winter Shade, darling?"

"Depends on who asks," she shot back defensively, cautiously.

"..I'm call in Dean."

"Oh I'm afraid I can't give that information to strangers." He smirked.

Amber nodded. "Quickly please."

Dean stood there, only able to stare.

"Then you have the wrong person."

Sam dialed his bro's number.

"Oh I think I have exactly who I'm looking for." He licked his fangs.

He answered. "Yeah?"

"You two need to get here fast."

Drop's body went ridged. "Dean."

"I'll try, hold on." He put his phone down, but didn't hang up. "Yeah Moon?"

She pointed a finger at the man. "Vampire."

"Not again." He got back on the phone. "Hey we have a vampire here."

Amber's hear darted up and she shut her eyes. "His name is Marshal, he is in a group of about ten other vamps, and is incredibly strong."

Not bothering to question how Amber knew this, Sam relayed the message to Dean.

"What business would you have with me?" the shade asked Marshal.

"Immortality. Shades don't live long, but here you are." He smirked.

Dean whispered the info to Moon then went back to the phone. "How and why does she know all that?"

"I don't know." Sam cast Amber a quizzical look.

Her hands clenched into tight fists. "Why would I tell you anything?"

"Because if you don't, you die." He smirked.

Amber shot him a look that said "Sont ask cause I don't know".