Supernatural: Bloodlust

A/N: I'm back! So, I hope you all are enjoying my stories and here's the next chapter, where the Winchesters will learn more about the mysterious Gordon Walker and the truth of the vampire nest.

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CHAPTER TWO: GORDON WALKER…GOOD OR BAD?

"He shall not alter it, nor change it, a good for a bad, or a bad for a good: and if he shall at all change beast for beast, then it and the exchange thereof shall be holy."

Leviticus 27: 10

After returning to the bar, Gordon, Dean, Liz, and Sam were soon seated around a table in the bar; a waitress brought them another round, and Dean reached for his wallet.

Gordon shook his head. "No, no, I got it."

"Come on," Dean protested, grinning.

"I insist," Gordon said, handing some money to the waitress. "Thank you, sweetie." She walked away and he raised his shot glass. "Another one bites the dust."

"That's right," Dean agreed, raising his own shot glass, and they drank a toast; however Sam and Liz were sitting back, arms folded, and their beer mugs were untouched.

"Dean." Gordon laughed, bemused. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend."

Dean grinned. "Thank you."

Gordon laughed again. "That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

"Yep." Dean then noticed the expression on the faces of his siblings. "You all right, Sammy? Liz?"

"We're fine," Sam and Liz answered.

Gordon smiled at them. "Well, lighten up a little, Sammy."

"He and Liz are the only ones who gets to call me that," Sam told him curtly.

Gordon raised his hands and back off. "Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done."

Sam wasn't amused. "Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess."

"My either," Liz agreed, wishing that they'd never met Gordon since she didn't like how he was affecting her twin.

"Oh, come on, man, it's not like it was human," Gordon protested. "You've gotta have a little more fun with your job."

Dean laughed. "See? That's what I've been trying to tell them. You both could learn a thing or two from this guy."

Both Sam and Liz greatly doubted that.

"Yeah, I bet we could," Sam said, exchanging a look with Liz. "Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. We'll just gonna go back to the motel."

Dean was surprised. "You sure?"

Both Sam and Liz nodded. "Yeah." And they both got up to go, walking past their brother.

"Sammy? Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?" Dean suggested and he tossed Sam the keys. Sam caught them and they both left the bar.

Gordon watched them go, frowning. "Something I said?"

"No, no, he just gets that way sometimes," Dean told him, "and Liz had the flu a while back and had just barely recovered." He decided not to mention that Liz had been possessed by a demon, and then held up his shot glass before setting it on the table again. "Tell you what. Match you quarters for the next round."

"I don't like that Gordon guy," Liz told Sam when they returned to the motel room.

"Neither do I," Sam agreed, dropping the keys on a hook that looked like a cactus. "But Dean does."

Liz sighed. "I know, but what can we do about it?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know," he admitted. "Maybe call Ellen? That lady hunter that Dean told us about?"

"Sounds good to me."

Back at the bar, Dean was telling Gordon about some of the hunts he'd been on growing up. "…So. I pick up this crossbow. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me, Liz, and our dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm sixteen years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of. So right then, I just sort of –" he didn't know how to explain it.

"Embraced the life?" Gordon suggested.

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"Yeah," Gordon agreed.

Dean took a slip of his drink. "Yeah. How'd you get started?"

"First time I saw a vampire I was barely eighteen," Gordon explained. "Home alone with my sister. I hear the window break in her room. I grab my dad's gun, run in, and try to get it off her. Too late. So I shoot the damn thing. Which of course is about as useful as snapping it with a rubber band. It rushes me, picks me up, flings me across the room, and knocks me out cold. When I wake up, the vampire's gone, my sister's gone."

Dean winced, relating in his own way with the death of his mom, and later his dad. "And then?"

"Then…try explaining that one to your family," Gordon said, sighing. "So I left home. And then bummed around looking for information: how you track 'em, how you kill 'em. And I found that fang - it was my first kill."

"Sorry about your sister," Dean said.

Gordon nodded and slipped his own drink. "Yeah. She was beautiful. I can still see her, you know? The way she was. But hey, that was a long time ago. I mean, your dad. It's gotta be rough."

"Yeah. Yeah, you know," Dean agreed wistfully. "He was just one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, just kept coming. So you're always thinking to yourself, he's indestructible. He'll always be around, nothing can kill my dad. Then just like that" he snapped his fingers "he's gone. I can't talk about this to Sammy or even Liz, and she's my twin sister. You know, I gotta keep my game face on." He then cleared his throat, doing his best to rein in his emotions. "But uh, the truth is I'm not handling it very well. I feel like I have this–"

"Hole inside you?" Gordon offered and the young man nodded. "And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me. There's plenty out there needs killing, and this'll help you do it. Dean, it's not a crime to need your job."

Meanwhile, the roadhouse was crowded, and Ellen was working behind the bar; she heard the phone ring and she picked it up.

"Harvelle's Roadhouse."

`"Hey, Ellen, uh, this is, um, Sam Winchester."`

"Sam, it's good to hear from you," Ellen said, delighted. "You boys and your sister are okay, aren't you?"

`" Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine,"` Sam responded. `"Got a question."`

Ellen nodded. "Yeah, shoot."

`"You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?"` Sam asked.

Ellen nodded again. "Yeah, I know Gordon."

`"And?"`

"Well, he's a real good hunter," Ellen answered. "Why are you asking, sweetie?"

`"Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess."`

Ellen froze when she heard that. "Don't do that, Sam," she ordered.

Now Sam was confused. `"I - I thought you said he was a good hunter."`

"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist," Ellen said seriously. "Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you boys and your sister just let him handle it and you move on."

`"Ellen–"` Sam began.

Ellen cut him off. "No, Sam? You just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"

`"Right, okay."`

After talking a bit more with Ellen, Sam hung up and looked over at Liz, who was talking on her own cell with Penelope, having decided that she could do a more in-depth background check on Gordon Walker. 'This Gordon guy has some serious issues according to Ellen.'

"Thanks, Penelope," Liz said, giving Sam a thumbs' up. "Let me know what you can find out. Bye." She then clicked her phone shut and looked at her little brother. "So, what did Ellen tell you?"

Sam sighed. "That Gordon Walker is bad news…" and gave her the full details.

"Know why I love this life?" Gordon asked, relaxing in his chair.

Dean gave him an inquiring look over his drink. "Hmm?"

"It's all black and white," Gordon told him. "There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us."

Dean shrugged. "Not sure if Liz or Sammy would agree with you, but uh…"

"Doesn't seem like your brother's much like us," Gordon remarked, "and that seems to go for your sister, too." Dean stared at him, startled. "I'm not saying they're wrong. Just different. But you and me? We were born to do this. It's in our blood."

Feeling restless, both Sam and Liz went out to the parking lot and they both bought a soda from a vending machine and started walking back to the room. They both paused as if hearing something; Sam cautiously opened the door, looking around…they then went inside, shut and locked the door, and leaned against it, relieved.

Suddenly two dark figures jumped them from behind. Working together, they knocked their first attackers down, then two others attacked; one of the first attackers rose up behind them and slammed a heavy telephone into the back of their heads, knocking them out.

A red truck crossed a bridge and down a dirt road out into the countryside.

Coming to with a splitting headache each, both Sam and Liz found themselves bound to a couple of chairs and gagged, and two sacks over their heads; suddenly they were pulled off by the bartender from earlier. He showed his fangs and advanced on both Sam and Liz, and they struggled, fearing for their lives.

As the vampire advanced on them, a woman, named Lenore, appeared in the doorway.

"Wait! Step back, Eli."

Reluctantly, Eli pulled back, his fangs retracting. The woman then walked over and pulled off Sam and Liz's gags.

"My name's Lenore," Lenore informed them, "I'm not going to hurt either of you. We just need to talk."

"Talk?" Sam repeated sarcastically. "Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth."

"Same here," Liz agreed, keeping a wary eye on Eli.

"He won't hurt you either, you have my word," Lenore promised.

Sam and Liz had a hard time believing this, recalling their last vampire encounter. "Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks. Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire we've met."

Lenore sighed. "We're not like the others," she informed them. "We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time."

"What is this, some kind of joke?" Sam asked.

Lenore gave them a bemused look. "Notice you both are still alive."

"Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?" Liz asked.

Lenore smiled slightly. "We've found other ways. Cattle blood."

Now this floored both hunters. "You're telling us you're responsible for all the–"

"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting," Lenore admitted. "But it allows us to get by."

"Okay, uh, why?" Sam asked.

"Survival," Lenore answered. "No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct." She sighed. "Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined."

"Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers?" Eli demanded angrily.

"Eli!" Lenore snapped.

"We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer," Eli snarled. "Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated."

"Eli, that's enough," Lenore ordered.

"Yeah, Eli, that's enough," Sam said sarcastically.

Liz groaned. "Sam, no making the vampires angry, please."

Lenore spared Eli a glare and then looked back at the two hunters. "What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight."

"Then why did you bring us here?" Sam asked, now confused; he could understand why they'd chosen not to drink human blood anymore, but he was pretty certain that they still had the craving, just like he did for demon blood even after a full month without it. "Why are you even talking to us?"

"Yeah, we're a bit confused," Liz admitted.

"Believe me, I'd rather not," Lenore admitted grudgingly. "But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us, it doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us."

Sam and Liz exchanged a look as they realized what Lenore was getting at. "So you're asking us not to follow you."

"We have a right to live," Lenore stated. "We're not hurting anyone."

"Right, so you keep saying," Sam agreed, frowning, "but give us one good reason why we should believe you."

Lenore sighed. "Fine. You know what I'm going to do?" she then leaned toward Sam and spoke quietly into their ears. "I'm going to let you both go." And they both looked at her, startled. "Take them back. Not a mark on them."

Soon, three vampires led both Sam and Liz back to the truck, their heads covered by the sacks again, and they drove off.

Meanwhile, Dean and Gordon had left the bar and were now in the motel room; they were sitting at the table, discussing strategy over a map.

"This is the best pattern I can establish," Gordon explained, tracing his finger over the map. "It's sketchy at best."

"Looks like it's all coming from this side of town," Dean remarked, examining the map. "Which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?"

"Yep, that's what I'm thinking," Gordon agreed. "Problem is, there's thirty-five, forty farms out there. I've searched about half of them already, but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good."

"Then I guess we'll just have to search the other half," Dean remarked, glanced out the window and then looked at his watch. "What time is it? Where are Sam and Liz?"

Gordon shrugged. "Car's parked outside. Probably went for a walk. They both seem like the take a walk type."

Dean sighed, frustrated. "Yeah, Sam is, but…"

Just then, the door opened and both Liz and Sam, whose right hand was shaking slightly, entered, and they both gave Dean a look.

"Where you both been?" he asked, relieved to see that they were all right.

"Can we talk to you alone?" Liz requested.

Dean nodded and then spoke to Gordon. "You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?" and Gordon nodded.

Together, Sam, Liz, and Dean all exited the motel room and walked into the parking lot.

"Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt," Sam suggested as he forced his right hand to stop shaking, and was hoping against hope that Gordon hadn't noticed.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, surprised by the suggestion and concerned since it'd been while since Sam had shaken like this. "Where were you, guys?"

Liz sighed. "In the nest."

Dean stared at his twin, surprised. "You both found it?"

"They found us, man," Sam corrected.

"How'd you get out?" Dean asked. "How many did you kill?"

Sam and Liz both shook their heads. "None."

Dean didn't believe that for a second. "Well Sam, Liz, they didn't just let you both go."

Sam gave him an exasperated look. "That's exactly what they did."

"All right, well, where is it?" Dean asked, eager to get after the vampires.

Both Sam and Liz shrugged. "We were blindfolded, we don't know."

Dean didn't believe that either. "Well, you both have got to know something."

"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen," Sam said seriously. "Maybe we shouldn't go after them."

"I'm with Sam on this one," Liz agreed. "We should leave this particular group alone."

"Why not?" Dean asked, confused.

Sam sighed. "I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people."

Dean scoffed. "You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are."

"The cattle mutilations," Liz explained. "They said they live off of animal blood. Just like in the Angel series…you know, Angel the vampire with a soul."

"And you believed them?" Dean asked, disbelief written all over his face.

"Look at us, Dean," Sam said seriously. "They let us go without a scratch."

Dean stared at them both, his jaw dropping slightly. "Wait, so you're saying…No, man, no way," he protested. "I don't know why they let you both go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em."

"Why?" Sam and Liz both asked.

"What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, Sam? Liz?" Dean retorted. "If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job."

"No, Dean, that is not our job," Sam stated, struggling to keep his temper in check. "Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!"

"Yeah, they haven't feed on any humans in years," Liz added.

"Of course they're killing people, that's what they do," Dean snapped. "They're all the same, Sam, Liz. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them."

The Winchesters were so busy arguing, that they didn't know that Gordon was hanging out in the shadows, listening in on them.

"Well, then you might as well kill me, too," Sam retorted, surprising them both.

"Sam!" Liz protested.

"What're you talking about?" Dean asked, confused.

Sam sighed angrily. "I can relate to those vampires, Dean; my craving for demon blood." And he nodded when Dean's eyes widened with understanding. "Yeah, that's right."

Dean sighed. "Sam, what you and Liz went through has nothin' to do with those vampires. I mean…Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows."

"Gordon?" both Sam and Liz repeated, surprised.

Dean nodded. "Yes."

"You're taking his word for it?" Liz asked, shocked.

Dean nodded again. "That's right."

This was too much for Sam. "Ellen says he's bad news," he pointed out, playing their trump card.

Dean blinked. "You called Ellen?" he asked and Sam nodded. "And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon."

"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend," Sam scoffed. "You don't think we can see what this is?"

Now Dean was confused again. "What are you talking about?"

"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one," Sam stated.

"A real poor sub," Liz agreed. "I much rather have Hotch or Gideon as father figures instead of Gordon."

Dean glared at his siblings. "Shut up, Sam, Liz."

"He's not even close, Dean," Sam protested. "Not on his best day."

Dean shook his head, refusing to listen anymore. "You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this."

Sam wasn't about to let Dean drop the topic. "You know, you slap on this big fake smile but Liz and I can see right through it," he stated angrily. "Because we know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whomever you want to. It's an insult to his memory."

Dean sighed. "Okay." He started to turn away, and then punched Sam, hard, making Liz jump.

"Dean!"

Sam paused, turning back slowly, but he didn't rise to the bait. "You hit me all you want. It won't change anything."

"I'm going to that nest," Dean said coldly. "You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself."

Sam and Liz both stared as Dean walked back toward the motel room. "Dean?" and they quickly followed.

Dean returned to the motel room, both Sam and Liz following, and they found that Gordon was gone.

Dean looked around the room. "Gordon?"

"You think he went after them?" Sam wondered.

"Wouldn't put it past him," Liz muttered.

Dean nodded. "Probably."

Sam sighed. "Dean, we have to stop him."

"Really, Sam?" Dean asked, skeptically. "Because I say we lend a hand."

"Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you?" Sam pleaded. "You owe me that."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys."

Sam pointed to the table where he'd set them earlier, but they were gone. "He snaked the keys."

A/N: How dare Gordon steal the keys to Dean's baby! R&R everyone!