Nobody Touches Sam.
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Sam walked back towards the Motel, his emotions, never far from the surface, were swirling around inside him like a maelstrom
gone crazy, making it impossible for him to separate them and examine them one by one.
He wasn't sure if Dean's attitude at the bar with Walker had upset him, angered him or just plain pissed him off.
Perhaps there was even a touch of jealousy, in that his brother seemed to prefer and enjoy the company of the older hunter to his
own.
He didn't know, and to be honest at that moment he didn't even care.
Let them enjoy themselves exchanging stories, boasting about hunting and decapitating vampires.
He'd had quite enough for one night.
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His senses, honed to alertness by his father's paranoid upbringing and the inherent danger of the hunt, suddenly sparked
into life making the hairs on the back of his neck bristle.
He resisted the urge to look round, continuing on his way to the motel room, pausing only to get a can of soda from the vending
machine, more as an excuse to check on the supposed intruder than because he was thirsty.
He used the brief moment to listen for anything unusual but all he picked up were the habitual noises of the night
He shrugged to himself, he must have been mistaken.
This whole encounter with Walker was affecting him in strange ways, making him jumpy.
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He made his way to the door, entered and managed to hang up the keys before he felt his head explode into a ball of red agony
a second before everything went black.
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He had feared for his life when he had awoken and seen just who it was that had kidnapped him.
It was one of the perks of the job, he thought ironically to himself; hunters get to die in creative ways; sucked dry by a vampire
was a good a death as any.
His thoughts flew to Dean and he wondered if he would ever find out how his little brother had died and where his body would be
left to rot.
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When Lenore had explained her clan's "vegetarian" life-style, asking only to be left in peace, and had had him accompanied back
to the Motel by her mate, without a hair on his head having been touched; he was dumbfounded.
She had really meant what she had said!
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Somehow Sam felt a little of the weight he had been carrying lift from his shoulders. A monster could control its own nature after
all! It could choose to be good or evil just as humans could. He wondered if they too had a soul.
He had to explain all this to Dean, make him understand that there is always a choice, for monsters and for Sam Winchester too.
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He burst into the motel room with his news only to feel all his negative emotions resurfacing at the sight of Walker sitting across
from Dean, looking for all the world as if he was ready to take Sam's rightful place at his brother's side.
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He pushed down his anger.
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In order to have any hope of persuading Dean he had to keep calm; keep his simmering emotions under control; explain
soothingly and logically to him about Lenore's choice of not drinking human blood.
Dean had dismissed Gordon and listened to Sam's story but while in no way convinced, he assured Sam that he would try and
keep an open mind.
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Walker though, had eavesdropped on their conversation, thus arriving before the Winchesters at Lenore's where they found him
in the middle of a torture session with the female vampire, sadistically enjoying his handiwork and causing both brothers to feel
disgust at the sight
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It wasn't until he laid a hand on Sam however, yanking him by the arm and drawing his knife, already stained with the blood of the
vampire, across his taut skin, that Dean Winchester came into his own.
Touch Sammy and die!
That had always been his creed ever since the warm bundle of baby Sammy had been placed in his four-year old arms all those
years ago, and it was just as valid today as it had ever been.
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If eyes could kill, Walker would have been carrion meat thirty seconds ago, when he had dared to lay a hand on Sam and spill his
precious blood onto Lenore's face.
Just the thought of a vampire drinking his little brother's blood made the gorge come up in Dean's throat.
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His gaze hardened even more. Any kinship he had felt towards Walker earlier had dissolved like snow on a hot summer's day.
His trigger finger was itching to pull itself backwards and put a bullet through Gordon's smug face.
"Sammy take Lenore out of here and see her and her people on their way," he ordered his brother.
Sam was too caught up in helping the vampire to notice the deadly look in his brother's eyes.
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With Sam gone, he motioned Gordon over to a chair in the other room.
Fate was smiling on him today as he saw a loop of thick cord conveniently placed on a nearby table.
Never taking his eyes from Walker he used the hunter's knife to cut off two lengths which he threw to Walker.
"Tie your feet to the chair-legs Gordy or I'll just pistol-whip you and do it myself. The choice is yours."
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Gordon didn't bother protesting. Dean Winchester was one scary dude especially when all that hate was channelled towards him.
Dean watched as he worked. "That's it, nice and neat. Now hands behind your back."
Once he had him trussed up like a turkey, Dean circled him like a wolf about to sink its fangs into its prey.
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"You know Gordy; I don't know how I could have ever seen you as a good hunter. A man who kills his own sister is no better than
those demons that come out of Hell and I don't care if she was a vampire or not"
"You would do the same thing Winchester if it happened to you." Walker answered convinced.
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Dean just shook his head in disbelief. "I wouldn't kill Sam if he was Lucifer himself; and know this Walker, if I ever see you
near my brother again, so help me God I will make you wish you had never been born."
He lowered his head down to Walker's eye-level as he spoke, so that there would be no misunderstanding, and Walker shivered
as he looked into the gelid green eyes.
He didn't need to be told twice. He would stay as far from Sam Winchester as he could.
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