"Whoo, listen to her purr." Dean said as we drove to Montana. "You ever heard anything so sweet?"
We spent another three days at Bobby's until Dean finally got the car up and running.
"If you two want to get a room, let me know.' Sam said.
"Oh, don't listen to him baby, he doesn't understand us." Dean said.
"You're in a good mood." Sam commented.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean questioned.
"No reason." Sam replied.
"Got my car, on a case. Life is good." Dean said.
"Wow. You hear severed heads, and a pile of dead cows and you're Mr. Sunshine." I said.
Dean chuckled, "How far to Red Lodge?" He asked me.
I looked down at the map,"About another 300 miles." I answered.
"Good." He responded before revving the engine.
Red Lodge, Montana:
Once we got to Red Lodge we stopped at a motel and changed into suits and went to the Sheriff's office. We had our badges as press and asked to speak to the deputy.
"The murder investigation is on going. And that's all I can reveal at this time." Said the man with the bushy mustache.
"We understand that," Sam said, "But just for the record, you found the first head last week, correct?"
"Yes,"
"And Christina Flannigan was...?"
"Two days ago." The Deputy answered.
We heard a knock on the door and and a woman tapped on her watch. The Deputy nodded.
"Times up." He said before standing up
"What about the cattle?" I asked.
"Excuse me?"
"The cows. They were found split open, drained. Over a dozen cases." Dean said.
"What about them?" He asked.
"So you don't think there's a connection?" Sam asked.
"Connection with..."
"First the cattle mutilations, now two murders?" I said. "Kinda sounds like ritual stuff."
"You know like satanic cult ritual stuff." Sam said.
The man laughs and looks at us for a second
"You're not kidding." He said.
"No." Dean said.
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You want to know how I know?"
"How?" I asked.
"Because there is no suck thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun within 48 hours they will bloat and split so clean it's just about surgical." He said, "The body fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up. Because that is what gravity does. Hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper do you work for anyway?"
"World weekly news." I said.
"Get out of my office." The man said.
"Yes sir." Dean said before we got out an left.
Then we went to the county hospital. We put on lab coats and went into the morgue rooms. We went inside and a man ws sitting at the desk.
"John." Dean said walking into the room.
"Jeff." He corrected.
"Jeff, I know that. Dr. Dorkins needs to see you in his office right away." Dean said.
"But Dr. Dorkins is on vacation." Jeff said.
"He's back, pissed, and screaming for you." Dean responded.
"Okay." Jeff said before running out of the room.
Sam closed the door behind him.
"Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims didn't they?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, a reverse pentacle on the forehead." Sam said grabbing gloves for us.
We put them on and walked over to the morgue. We opened the one with the head and took it out.
"Alright, open it." Dean said to Sam.
"You open it." Sam responded.
"Wusses." I said opening the box.
"Well, no pentagram." Dean said.
"Wow, poor girl." Sam commented.
"Maybe we should check her mouth to see if this wacko stuffed anything down her throat." Dean said.
"Yeah, go ahead." Sam said moving the head toward Dean.
"Nope. You can do it." Dean said passing it to Sam.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Put the lotion in the basket." I said.
"Whatever." Sam said before opening her mouth and putting his hands inside of it.
"Ally, get me a bucket." Sam said.
"Why, did you find something?" I ask
"No, I'm going to be sick." He replied taking his hands out of her mouth.
"Wait, lift up the lip again, I think I saw something." I said.
Sam lifted up her lip and we saw a few holes in her gums.
"What is that a hole?" Dean asked.
"Vampire." I said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Press down on the side of it." I sighed.
Dean did what I said and a fang popped out.
"A retractable set of vampire fangs, you got to be kidding me." Dean said taking his hands away.
"Well this changes things." Sam said.
"You think?" Dena said sarcastically looking at Sam.
A few hours later we walked into the local bar.
"How's it going?" Dean asked the bartender.
"Living the dream, what can I get you?" Eh replied.
"Three beers please." Dean said.
"So we're looking for some people." Sam said.
"Sure it's hard to be lonely. But you sure got a pretty looking gal right here." The bartender said," Unless you're not into those..."
I giggled at the thought of Dean and Sam being gay
"No, no, no. That's not what I meant." Sam said taking a fifty dollar bill.
The Bartender took it.
"These people probably moved here about six months ago, pretty rowdy, like to drink." Sam started.
"Yeah, real night owls. Sleep all day, party all night." Dean said taking a drink of his beer.
"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They come in here a lot. Drinkers, noisy. I had to 86 them once or twice." He said.
"Thanks." I said before we put down our beers and left.
We went down the ally way and hid. There was a man following us. We ambushed him and pinned him against the wall and put a knife against his throat.
"Smile." Dean commanded.
"What?" The man asked.
"Show us those pearly whites." I said.
"For the love of god. Would you mind sticking that thing somewhere else." He said. "I'm not a vampire."
We looked at him skeptically.
"Yeah, I heard you guys in there." He said.
"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked.
"How to kill them. Now seriously bro, that knife is making me itch." He said before pulling his hand up and lifting his upper lip.
Dean put away the knife and we let him go.
"Now who the hell are you?" The man asked.
"I'm Sam. And that's my brother Dean. And this is Ally." Sam said.
"Winchester?" The man asked.
"Yeah." Dean answered.
"Follow me." The man said.
We walked to his car and he opened the door. There was this sliding thing in the back of the drivers seat and he pulled it out. There was at least a dozen different weapons on there.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. I met your old man once. Hell of a guy, great hunter. I heard he passed, I'm sorry. It's big shoes, but I heard you fill them. Great trackers, good in a tight spot."
"You seem to know a lot about out family." Dean said.
"Word travels fast." Gordon said. "You know how hunters talk."
"No, we don't." Dean said.
"I guess there's a lot your dad hasn't told you." Gordon said.
"So um, those two vampires were yours?" I asked.
"Yep. Been here for two weeks." He replied.
"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asked.
"It's a bust. A bunch oh hippie freaks. Though they could kill with that patchouli smell alone." Gordon said.
"Where's the nest then?" Dean asked.
"I got this one covered. Don't get me wrong. It's a pleasure meeting you, but I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest way up here. I'll finish it." He said.
"We could help." I said.
"Thanks, "He said. "But I'm a go-it-alone type of guy."
"Man, I've been itching for a hunt." Dean said.
"Sorry. But, hey. I heard there's a chupacabra two states over. Go ahead and knock yourselves out." He said before getting into his car. "It's been real nice meeting you. And I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." Then he left.
We followed him to this dump of a place and hid while we saw Gordon fight a vamp. We stepped in when he was about to get his head sawed off.
Sam and I pulled on Gordon's feet while Dean fought the vampire. In the end the vamp fell next to the saw and Dean pinned him with a sharp pipe. Sam made me face him so I wouldn't see the guys head be sawed off by Dean. I turned back around when I heard the saw shut off and Dean's face was covered in the vampire's blood.
"So I guess I have to buy you that drink." Gordon said.
We drove silently to the bar we were at earlier and sat at a table. Gordon bought a shot for him and Dean while we got a beer.
"Dean," Gordon said after they drank the shot, "You gave that big ass fang one hell of a haircut."
"Yep," Dean replied, "You all right Sammy?"
"Yeah fine." Sam responded.
"Lighten up little Sammy." Gordon said.
"Only Dean calls me Sammy." Sam said coldly.
"Sorry. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little job well done." Gordon said.
"Right. Well, um, I don't find the idea of decapitations a fun time I guess." Sam replied.
"Oh, come on man. It's not like it was human. You got to have more fun." He said.
"See." Dean said "I've been trying to tell him that. you could learn a thing or two from this guy."
"Yeah, I bet I could." Sam said, "Look I'm not gonna bring you guys down, I'm just going to go back to the motel. Ally, you coming?"
I nodded and stood up. We started walking when Dean called for Sam
"Sammy, remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later." He said before tossing him the keys to the Impala.
"You okay?" Sam asked as he started the car.
I nodded.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked before he pulled out of the parking lot.
"I-I'm worried that it Gordon finds out that I'm a witch, that-that I will get the same treatment as the vampire Dean killed." I said.
"Ally. I'm not gonna let him touch you. Okay?" Sam said grabbing onto my hand.
I looked at him and nodded. He smiled and released my hand. When we got to our room Sam layed his jacket over the chair and put the keys in the holder that was shaped like a cactus.
"I'm gonna call Ellen. See what I can find about Gordon." He told me.
"Good idea. I'll be in the bathroom." I said grabbing my duffel bag full of my clothes and weapons before heading toward the bathroom door.
I cam out a few minutes later after brushing my teeth, changing into an oversized Bon Jovi t-shirt and putting my blonde hair into a ponytail.
"Thanks Ellen." Sam said as he hung up.
"What did she say?" I asked.
He turned to face me and his mouth hung open.
"Sam!" I yelled.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"What. Did. Ellen. Say." I asked again.
"Um, we shouldn't be working with him." He answered.
"Why?" I asked grabbing a blanket off of the chair.
"Apparently he's dangerous to everyone and everything around him."
"Shocker there." I replied.
"Yeah. I'm going to go get a soda from outside, want one?" He asked.
"No thanks, be careful." I said.
"Alright." He said before leaving the room.
I sighed as I picked at the hem of my t-shirt. It used to be my older brother's before he died. I stood up and went to grab a gun from my duffel bag and put it under my pillow. You could never be too careful. I was about to lay down when I heard the closet door open.
"Hello?" I asked grabbing the gun from under the pillow.
Before I was able to take another step a man grabbed my gun and threw it to the floor. He grabbed my ponytail while another guy hit my head really hard. And that's when I blacked out.
I woke up when a woman with dark hair pulled a bag off of my head. I looked around and saw Sam tied up, too.
The man from the bar came up and pulled Sam's bag off and showed him his fangs.
"Eli, step back." The woman said.
"Ally are you okay?" Sam asked.
I nodded, "And you?"
"Yeah." He answered.
"My name Lenore." The woman said. "We just need to talk."
"Talk. Oh yeah. I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth." Sam said.
"He won't hurt you either. You have my word." Lenore said.
"Your word. That's great. No offense lady, but you're not the first vampire I've met." Sam said.
"We're not like the others." Lenore responded. "We don't kill humans and we don't drink their blood."
"Is this some kind of joke?" Sam asked.
"Notice you two are still alive." Eli said.
"Okay, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you have starved to death?" Sam asked.
"We have our ways." Lenore said.
"The cattle blood." I said.
"Oh look, we have a smart one." Eli said grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. "Oh, a witch, too."
"Don't touch her." Sam yelled.
Eli let go of me and went back to the corner.
"Why the cattle blood?" Sam asked after a few moments in silence.
"No deaths, missing locals. No reason for people like you to hunt people like us. And we blend in." Lenore said.
"Our kind is practically extinct. It turns out we weren't as high up the food chain as we imagined." Lenore said.
"Why are we explaining ourselves to these killers?" Eli exclaimed.
"Eli." Lenore warned.
"We choke on cows blood so they don't have to suffer. Tonight, they murdered Conrad, and they celebrated." Eli said,
'Eli, that's enough." Lenore said.
"Yeah, Eli, that's enough." Sam said.
"What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight." Lenore told us.
"Then why did you bring us here? Why are you even talking to us?" Sam asked.
"Believe me, I'd rather not." Lenore said, "But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us down. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us."
"So you're asking us not to follow you?" I asked.
"We aren't hurting anyone. We have the right to live." Lenore said.
"Right. so you keep saying, but give me one good reason to believe you." Sam said.
"Fine," She said leaning towards Sam, "You want to know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go."
"Take them back. Not a mark on them." Lenore said.
They put the bags over us again and started walking us out. They put on in the back seat of a car and started driving. When we walked back inside the room I saw Gordon and Dean sitting at the table with a map.
"Where've you guys been?" Dean asked looking down at my legs.
I realized I went out in nothing but a shirt and panties.
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" Sam asked.
"You mind chilling out for a few minutes?" Dean asked Gordon.
"Not at all." Gordon said.
Sam, Dean and I walked out side,
"Dean, maybe we need to rethink this hunt." Sam said.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "Where were you two?"
Sam sighed, "In the nest."
"You found it?" Dean asked.
"They found us." I said.
"How did you get out? How many did you kill?"
"None." Sam said.
"Well, Sam, they didn't just let you guys go."
"That's exactly what they did."
"Alright, well, where is it?"
"I don't know, they blindfolded us." Sam replied.
"Come on Sammy, you got to know something."
"We went over the bridge outside of town but we shouldn't go after them." I said.
"Why not?"
"They're not like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people."
"You're joking." Dean replied.
Sam didn't answer.
"Then how do they stay alive... or undead?" Dean asked.
"Cattle mutalations." I said. "They said they live off of animal blood."
"And you believe them?"
"Look at me Dean," Sam said, "They didn't put a scratch on me."
"I don't know why they let you go, or nor do I care. We find them and we waste them." Dean said.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"What part of vampires don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it. That's our job." Dean said.
"You didn't kill me." I said, "What's the difference between me and them?"
"That's different. You're one of the good ones." Dean said.
"And so are they!" I exclaimed. "They don't hurt people. Why can't we leave them alone?"
"Gordon has been on this for a year. He knows." Dean said.
"Gordon? Are you really taking his word?" Sam asked.
"Why shouldn't I?" Dean asked.
"Ellen says he's bad news." Sam replied.
"You called Ellen?" Dean asked. "And we're supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. I'm going with Gordon."
"Right, cause Gordon is such an old friend." Sam said sarcastically. "You don't think I can see what this is?"
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"He's a substitute for dad, isn't he? A poor one." Sam said,
"Shut up, Sam." Dean said.
"He's not even close Dean. Not on his best day." Sam said, "You slap on this fake smile and I can see right through it. Cause I know how you feel Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole so bad that you can't take it. But you can't fill that hole up with whoever you want, Dean. It's an insult to his memory."
"Okay." Dean said before he punched Sam in the face.
"You can hit me all you want. It won't change anything." Sam said once he recovered.
"I'm going to that nest," Dean said, "You don't want to tell me, Fine. I'll find it myself."
We walked back into the room and surprise, surprise. Gordon's gone.
"Do you think he went after them?" Sam asked.
"Probably." Dean responded.
"Dean, we have to stop him." Sam said.
"Really? Cause I say we lend a hand." Dean said,
"Just give me a benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that." Said Sam.
"Yeah, we'll see." Dean answered, "I'll drive give me the keys."
Sam went to grab the keys where he put them before we were attacked, but they were gone. We went into the car, after I put on some pants, and Dean hot wired it.
"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too." Dean said before the car started. "Okay, the bridge, is that all you got?"
"The bridge was 4 1/2 minutes from their farm." Sam said.
"How do you know?" Dean asked.
"I counted." Sam replied. "Took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road. Follow that for two minutes slightly uphill. Then took another right and we hit the bridge."
"You're good." Dean said. "You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good."
We drove silently until we reached a house with the porch lights on.
"This is it." Sam said as we got out.
We went into the house and into the kitchen to see Lenore all bloody and Gordon with a knife and a jar of dead man's blood.
"Sam, Dean, Ally, come on in." Gordon said walking toward us.
"Gordon, what's going on?" Dean asked.
"Just poisoning Lenore here with dead man's blood." Gordon replied casually. "She's gonna tell us where her friends are, aren't you sweetheart? Want to help?"
"Look, Gordon-" Dean started
"Grab a knife." He said, "I was just gonna start on the fingers."
"Woah, woah, woah, woah, hey. Let's just chill out, okay?" Dean said.
"I'm completely chill." He responded.
"Gordon, put down the knife." I said.
"A witch doesn't tell me what to do." Gordon said pointing the the knife at.
I gasped and Sam dragged me behind him.
"Gordon, put. It. Down." Sam said.
"It looks like it's Sam here who needs to chill." Gordon said.
"Just step away from her alright?" Sam said.
Gordon looked at Lenore and then back at us.
"You're right." He said putting the knife down, "I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk."
He pulled out a machete. "Might as well put her out of her own misery. I just sharpened it so it's completely humane."
"Gordon, I'm letting her go." Sam said stepping up to him.
"You're not doing a damn thing." He said putting the knife to Sam's chest.
"Hey, hey, hey. Gordon, let's talk about this." Dean said.
"What's there to talk about? Like I said Dean, no shades of gray."
"Yeah. I hear you. And I know how you feel." Dean responded.
"Do you?" Gordon questioned.
"The vampire that killed your sister deserved to die but-" Dean started.
"Killed my sister." Gordon chuckled, "That thing didn't kill my sister. It turned her. So I hunted her down, too. And I killed her myself."
"You did what?" I asked.
"The thing wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you." Gordon said.
"So you knew all along then. You knew the vampires weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle, and you just didn't care." Sam said.
"Care about what?" Gordon questioned, "A nest of vamps suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking people dry and we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. It doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it."
Gordon walked past Sam and grabbed me.
"Let go of me you freak!" I yelled.
"Gordon let her go!" Sam yelled.
"Gordon stop." Dean said.
He smiled and made a cut on my arm.
"Don't worry, I'm just making a point." He said before my blood dropped onto Lenore's cheek and her fangs grew out and she was hissing.
"Hey!" Sam yelled.
"Think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same, evil, bloodthirsty," Gordon said.
Lenore's fangs contracted, "No." She kept on chanting.
"You hear her Gordon?" I said.
He pulled the knife away from my neck and Sam pulled me back.
"We're done here." Sam said.
I put my hand onto my cut and started chanting silently in latin. A couple seconds later my cut was gone.
"Sam get them out of here." Dean said.
"Right." Sam said before picking up Lenore and we left the house.
"Do you think you can heal her cuts?" Sam asked when we got outside.
"Yeah." I said putting my hand over the cuts on her arm I whispered in latin. When I lifted my hands they were gone. I repeated the process until the last cut was gone.
I was worn out. I usually don't do that much magic at once. I stood up shakily and balanced myself on the truck door.
"You alright?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." I responded.
Once Lenore's friends were here, Sam and I went back inside. We saw Gordon tied to a chair.
"Did we miss anything?" Sam asked.
"Not much." Dean replied. "Did Lenore and her friends get out alright?"
"Yeah. All of them did." I responded.
"Then I guess our work here is done." Dean said. "How you doing Gordie?Got to tinkle yet? Get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days to untie you."
"Ready to go?" Sam asked.
"Not yet." Dean said, "I guess this is goodbye, it's been real."
The Dean punched him in the chin and Gordon fell over.
"Okay, I'm good now." Dean said.
When we got near the car Dean stopped.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Clock me one." Dean said.
"What?"
"I won't even hit you back."
"No."
"Come on let's go. You get a freebie."
"You look like you just went five rounds with a cement block Dean. I'm not gonna hit you." Sam said.
"I wish we never took this job. It jacked everything up." Dean said.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
I decided this was a family moment so I went into the back seat. I sat there dozing off and was asleep for the rest of the drive.
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