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It was a cut and dry case, as simple as that. A swing of a machete here some dead man’s blood here. And let me tell you the blood was needed. The vamps had dozens in number that majorly outrivaled the small group.
Since the whole “God trying to destroy every universe possible” thing, the Winchesters and their makeshift family have been laying low and operating the hunting life at a distance. Sam had been the one who suggested that they take a step back from hunting and finally enjoy life. Small hunts close to the bunker were ok but most of all the cases that filtered through the bunker were given to Claire and Kaia or Jody. But then Cas decided he wanted to go to Bellevue, Washington to see some art museums, and Dean (of course) obliged.
The four of them went; Dean, Cas, Sam, and Jack. Jack didn’t really understand the art and Dean was getting sick of all the walking, but Cas seemed pretty happy so it was decided a success. There wasn’t much planning put into the impromptu vacation and the four found themselves hanging around in the motel for the bulk of their time. Dean migrated to the local dive a few times to hustle for fun, but stopped going after being eighty-sixed. Eventually, Sam caught wind of a case and since they were in town it couldn’t hurt to check.
By the time they located the vamps, it was already night, and while daylight was preferable, it was thought that there were only three, four, or maybe six vamps at the most. Dean could take down the entire nest alone, he already had, so there wasn’t much thought put into the hunt other than storming in and kicking ass.
It was easily inferred within the first five minutes that the numbers were grossly underestimated. Castiel even became a little winded after he beheaded his thirteenth vampire. The vamps kept appearing from different corners, which wasn’t a problem but it was pretty damn annoying. Focus was placed on finishing off the vamps so Dean could make it back to the motel in time for the season 13 premiere of Doctor Sexy M.D.
Discreetness wasn’t prioritized for the hunt (obviously) and it shouldn’t have been a surprise when a patron called “911” after seeing blood spray on the windows of an old, abandoned bookstore.
A bookstore which was positioned exactly on Main Street.
Innocence couldn’t be claimed after the responding officers discovered the four stained red with fresh blood. Especially when backup arrived and witnessed first-hand what Dean Winchester looked like slicing a middle-aged woman’s head clean off her body.
This is how Dean ended up strapped to a chair and Cas, Jack, and Sam all in shiny, steel handcuffs at 2 am.