Now I'm walking in the sun
Yes, a new age has begun
I am living on the ground
So nothing they can do can push me down
…..

Now I'm walking in the rain
Yes, and I can feel the weight on my shoulders
Gonna shake it off again
'Cause there's nothing they can do to push me over
….

Everything that was
It no longer is anymore
Everything I knew is long gone
Everything I said, everything I did
Things will never be the same again
They're long gone

Zak Abel – Wise Enough


The three of us walked fast through the dark alleyway, shining around flashlights around to try and find the blonde vampire we'd been tracking. I spotted a pool of blood on the ground, nodding for the boys to follow me as I walked over to it, finding a man lying on the ground a few feet away, a bite mark in his neck.

"Don't worry, we're gonna get you some help, alright?" I said, leaning over the man as he sputtered out blood.

"Where is she?" Dean asked. "Where'd she go?!"

Dean ran off the direction the man weekly pointed to down the alley, turning out of our sight. Sam saw the look on my face, nodding for me to go. "I'll stay here."

"Okay." I nodded, rushing in the direction Dean had gone.

"Come and get it!" Dean called, his voice echoing through the dark alley as I tried to find him. "That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better."

I furrowed my brow, my eyes widening as I turned a corner seeing Dean dropping his machete on the ground, a stream of blood running off his raised arm. The blonde vampire charged him, grabbing him, just about to sink her teeth in when he plugged the syringe into her neck, letting her fall to the ground.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked, running over to him, checking for any bite marks.

"Nothing. I'm fine." Dean huffed, swatting my hands away.

"You're not fine, Dean. You cut it a little close there."

"Ah, that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?"

"She could've gotten you." I said, glancing down to the unconscious girl.

"Eh. Coulda, shoulda, woulda." Dean shrugged, glancing down to the wound on his arm. "Ow."

"Dean-"

"I'm fine."


MOTEL ROOM – DAY

The vampire sat in the middle of the room, still out of it from the dead man's blood. Just as the boys and I lifted the last mattress over the final window, I heard her stirring, quickly whipping her head around as she awoke. "You with us?" Dean asked, walking over to her as she struggled against the rope in panic. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere."

"Where's your nest?" Sam asked.

"What?" She muttered, looking up in confusion.

"Your nest." Dean repeated. "Where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said, shaking her head. "Please! I don't feel good."

"Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood."

"Just let me go."

"You know we can't do that." I said.

"I'm telling you the truth. I'm just...I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!" She cried, getting upset.

"You took something?" Sam asked.

"Yes! I can't... come down. I just want to come down."

"What's your name?"

"Lucy. Please. Just let me go."

"Okay, Lucy." I nodded. "If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go."

"You will?" She asked, looking between the three of us with wide eyes. To be honest, I actually felt bad for her. Dean nodded, shooing me a confused look as he moved behind her. "Uh, I don't really...it's- it's not that clear. I was at Spider."

"What's that?"

"A club on Jefferson. And there was this guy...he was buying me drinks."

"This guy...what's he look like?" Sam asked.

"He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket... uh, Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer... he had something for me. Something new. Better than anything you've ever tried. He put a few drops in my drink."

"Was the drug red and thick?" Dean asked. Lucy nodded, her eyes still darting wildly around the room. "Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with."

"What?"

"Yeah, you just took a big steaming shot of the nastiest virus out there."

"You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something! The next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I get so hungry."

"So you left?" I asked.

Lucy nodded. "But it won't wear off...whatever he gave me..."

"Lights are too bright?" Dean asked. "Sunshine hurt your skin?"

"Yeah...and smells. And I can hear blood pumping."

"Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again."

"Not mine...yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop." She cried. I glanced up at Sam, sharing a sympathetic look. I truly felt bad for her.

"Alight, listen, Wavy Gravy. It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people, almost three."

"No, I couldn't. No!" She wailed. "I was hallucinating!"

"You killed them, alright? We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses, and it leads straight to you." Dean said harshly.

"Dean." I said, placing a hand on his arm, shaking my head when he looked up. This wasn't really her fault.

"Please, you have to help me." Lucy muttered, her eyes pleading. Sam nodded to the other room, silently calling Dean and I to follow him.

"Poor girl." Sam sighed.

"I wish there was some way we could help her." I said, glancing out of the room to look at her.

"We don't have a choice." Dean said simply, grabbing his machete back into the other room.

Without a second thought, he raised it as Lucy screamed, decapitating her. I flinched back at the harshness of it all, wrapping my arms around myself as I watched Dean wipe the blood splatter of his face with his sleeve.


BAR - NIGHT

"That was a big, fat waste of time." Dean huffed as we headed out of the bar.

"Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here." Sam said. "I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground."

A good distance away at the end of the alley was a man, his arm wrapped around a blonde woman as she staggered next to him. I nudged the boys, nodding over to them. We quickly took off in their direction, turning the corner just as the man raised a dropper over the girls open mouth.

"You ready, sweetie? One taste of this, you'll never be the same."

Dean grabbed the guys arm, pulling it down, punching him in the face while I grabbed the girl, pushing her towards the opening of the alley. "Go! Now!"

The clicking of her heels rang through the alley as I turned back, I saw the vampire throw Sam and Dean across the alley into the wall before running away. I glanced back at the boys, seeing them waving me off as they got to their feet.

I hurried around the corner in the same direction the vampire had gone, stopping dead in my tracks when I saw Gordon and the man from Black Rock that tried to kill Sam standing there, guns drawn. The boys ran up behind me, pausing when they saw what was in front of us.

Gordon and his friend wasted no time, firing immediately. The three of us quickly ducked behind one of the parked cars, trying to keep away from the bullets.

"Alright. Run. I'll draw them off." Dean said.

"What?" I asked, shaking my head.

"You're crazy!" Sam exclaimed quietly.

"No, Dean. The answer is-"

Dean ignored me, darting out into the line of fire before leaping on top of one of the other cars, using it to get to the second-story of a parking garage. I nearly ran after him, but Sam stopped me, pulling me back down behind the car as the man that was with Gordon quickly followed him, keeping in stride.

Gordon advanced on us, getting closer. I glanced back at Sam worriedly, swallowing hard as I heard bullets ricocheting off the side of the car we were behind. Suddenly, a figure dropped from the building, landing on top of Gordon.

My eyes widened when I realized it was the vampire, watching as he kicked Gordon several times, knocking him out cold. As he dragged him away, Sam and I crept out from behind the car, trying to make our way off the scene as quietly as possible.


MOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

It'd been what felt like forever since Sam and I had made our way back to the motel. I tried to call Dean, but he didn't pick up, and that worried me. "I might go look for him." I sighed, standing to my feet.

"Tori, he could be anywhere."

"And he could be hurt. Or worse." I said, my voice growing quiet on the last part. "I'm going."

"Alright." Sam nodded. "Just be careful, okay? I'll stay here in case he comes back."

"Yeah." I nodded, grabbing my jacket. Just as I was about to turn the doorknob, the door swung open. I jumped back, staring up at Dean with wide eyes. "What happened? Where were you?"

"Nothing." Dean muttered, walking into the room with a pizza box in his hand. "I stopped for a slice. Brought you some."

"I've been- we've been worried sick over here thinking something could've happened, and you were eating pizza?" I asked, getting angry.

"Hey, it's good pizza." Dean shrugged.

"Nice move you pulled back there, Dean, running right at the weapons!" Sam exclaimed.

"Well, what can I say?" Dean grinned. "I'm a badass."

"Dean, I-" I stopped, pulling in a deep breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. Never mind." I sighed, sitting at the table with my head in my hands. I didn't want to argue with him.

Dean pulled a chair out, sitting in front of me. I glanced up at him, letting out another sigh before staring back down at the lines in the wooden table. "So, I guess Gordon's out of jail."

"Uh, yeah, I guess so." Sam shrugged. "You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?"

"That bitch." Dean hissed under his breath.

"Bela?" I asked, shaking my head. "I told you not to tell her where we were!"

"Yeah, yeah." Dean mumbled, pulling out his phone, dialing her number and putting it on speaker. "Hi, Bela."

"Hello, Dean."

"Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?"

"No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were." She said, completely unabashed.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, he had a gun on me." She laughed. "What else was I supposed to do?"

"Get shot." I spat.

"Oh, hello Victoria." She said, a smile in her voice. "I miss you, too."

"You know, maybe you could've pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by!?" Dean exclaimed, getting angry.

"I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit sidetracked."

"He tried to kill us!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such big deal. After all, there are three of you and one of him."

"There were two of them."

"Oh." She muttered. "Well, you've still got one more than he does-"

"Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you." Dean threatened, his eyes full of anger.

"You're not serious."

"Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious." Dean said, snapping the phone shut.

Dean angrily walked out of the room to the Impala, leaving the door open behind him. I got up, watching him from the doorway as he pulled a machete out from the trunk of the Impala and a whetstone, bringing them both back into the room, throwing them down on the table.

"She's not worth getting that upset, Dean." I said.

"Oh, yeah? You wanted to shoot her a couple times!"

"Yeah. But-" I paused, shaking my head. "Never mind. She's a bitch. Be angry."

"Thanks." Dean huffed, pulling the blade out of it's sheath before staring to sharpen it.

"That vampire's still out there." Sam muttered.

"First things first." Dean said.

"Gordon."

"When we find him, or if he finds us...he's not leaving us a lot of options here."

"Yeah, I know." Sam nodded. "We've got to kill him."

"Really? Just like that?" Dean asked, sharing a surprised look with me.

"Yeah."

I thought you would have been like, no, we can't, he's human, it's wrong." Dean mocked in a whiny voice.

"No, I'm done." Sam shrugged. "I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead... or till he is."

Just then, Dean's phone started ringing, echoing throughout the room. He glanced down at it with a scowl, answering it. "What?!"

"I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me." Bela said. "So I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you."

"You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you-"

"Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects? I used a talking board to contact the other side."

"And?"

"Warehouse. Two stories, riverfront, neon sign outside."

"Thanks."

"One more thing. The spirit had a message for you. Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon. For whatever that's worth."


WAREHOUSE – DAY

The three of us crept down a flight of stairs to the basement of the warehouse, shining around flashlights around to see the bodies of a few women hanging from the ceiling, their heads cut off. I grimaced at the sight, spotting the male vampire from the bar kneeling in front of them, sobbing quietly.

"Go ahead. Do it. Kill me." He muttered.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter ere. Never. I just- I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid...exposing him to my family."

"Oh, yeah, you're such a family man." Dean scoffed.

"You don't understand."

"I don't want to understand, you son of-"

"I was desperate! You ever felt desperate?" He asked, looking back to us with tear stained cheeks. "I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"

"Well, there's hell." Dean shrugged.

"I wasn't thinking. I just...I didn't care anymore. Do you know it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like- it's like being dead already. So just go ahead. Do it."

Dean glanced down at the blade in his hands, staring at his reflection in it before looking back to the vampire. I watched the scene in front of me, an eerie feeling creeping up my spine. Everything just hit too close to home.

"Guys, these head weren't cut off, they were ripped off. With someone's bare hands." Sam said, looking over to the vampire. "Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?"

"I wanted revenge. What do you think I did?" He said.

"Shit." Sam huffed, looking back at us with wide eyes.

"Please. Just- just kill me." The vampire muttered. "Please."

Dean swallowed hard, walking over to him, lifting the machete. The vampire didn't fight back, staying still as he waited.


MOTEL ROOM – DAY
DPOV

I pulled off my jacket as I entered the room, throwing it over on the foot of the bed with a huff. I'd been out looking for Gordon for what felt like forever, and there was nothing. No tracks, seemingly no way of finding the bastard.

"Man, I must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses..."

"Yeah, me too. Big city." Sam muttered, staring down at the map on the table.

"It's like a giant haystack, and Gordon's a deadly needle. We're running out of daylight. Won't have the sun slowing him down."

"Yeah, he'll be unstoppable."

"Where's Tori?" I asked, looking into the bathroom for her.

"She didn't come back yet."

"She didn't?" I asked, immediately concerned.

"She just called, said she was finishing up at another place. An old factory, I think." Sam said, looking up at me. "Hey, uh, give me your phone."

"What for?"

"Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers he can use the cell signal to track us down." Sam explained, pulling the sims cards out.

"Oh, yeah." I nodded, giving him my phone before looking out the curtains. "I don't like that Tori isn't back yet."

"Dean, she's okay." Sam said. "She can take care of herself, you know."

"Yeah." I sighed, walking back over to one of the bags.

"What are you doing?"

"Stay here."

"What?" Sam asked, watching me pull the Colt out.

"I'm going after Gordon."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Not alone, you're not." Sam said, standing up.

"Sam, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after you, not me, and he's turbocharged. I want you to stay out of harm's way. I'll take care of it."

"Well, Dean, you're not going by yourself. You're gonna get yourself killed!"

"Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office." I muttered with a smirk.

"So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh wait, let me guess. It's because you're already dead, right?"

"If the shoe fits." I shrugged.

"You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your kamikaze trip."

"Whoa, kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja."

"That's not funny."

"It's a little funny."

"No. It's not."

"You know, I just don't get what you and Tori want me to do. What? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? Wait, I got one. Let's see, what rhymes with shut up, Sam?"

"Dude, drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid."

"I'm not!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms out.

"You're lying. And you may as well drop it 'cause I can see right through you."

"You got no idea what you're talking about." I said, looking down.

"Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out, and you're still going to hell, and you're freaked."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I know you!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified." Sam said, his voice growing lower. "And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just..."

"What?"

"I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again. 'Cause…." Sam paused, tears in his eyes. "Just 'cause."

I stared down at him for a moment, hating how I was upsetting him so much. "Alright, we'll hole up, cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here."

"Okay." Sam nodded, sitting back down.

Deep down inside, I couldn't really argue with what he said. Because...he was right.


FACTORY – NIGHT
TPOV

After getting off the phone with Sam, I started to make my way back to the entrance of the old building so I could get the hell out of here. Just as I reached the door, I heard a noise behind me, turning to find myself face to face with Gordon.

Before I could get away, he overpowered me, grabbing my throat, pushing me against the wall. "Where is he?"

"I won't tell you." I said, trying to hold some of the pressure off my throat with a hand on his arm while the other reached for my gun.

"If only you could see the good I'm doing for this world." Gordon mumbled.

"Good?" I scoffed. "You're kidding me."

"Riding the world of it's worst evil."

"And that's...Sam?"

"Sam Winchester is the antichrist."

My eyes widened as I stared at him, momentarily frozen. "You're joking."

"I'm one hundred percent serious."

"How the hell would you even know what?" I asked.

"I know a lot more than you think." He said. "Like I know how special you are. You'll never know how many demons I had to torture to get that information. I know it's a sore subject for you, but the people didn't make it."

"Fuck you." I spat, grabbing my gun. Gordon pulled me forward harshly, taking the gun from my hand, throwing it across the floor before slamming me into the wall. I groaned out in pain, shutting my eyes tightly as my head throbbed.

Gordon pulled my arms behind my back, pushing me hard against the wall to tie my wrists together with rope. Each time I struggled, he slammed me against the wall, pressing harder. Once the knot was tight, he turned me around, holding my throat in his hand.

"Where is he?" Gordon asked.

"I'm not telling you." I said. Gordon hissed, pulling out a large knife, slicing my arm open.

I cried out in pain as the blood flowed out, dripping down my fingertips to the ground. Gordon stared at it, bending down to lick the blood off the length of my arm. I cringed, shutting my eyes.

"Tell me!"

"No!" I yelled, blinking away my tears. Gordon sneered, slicing my chest open. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep quiet so he didn't get the satisfaction of hearing me hurt. He leaned down again, licking the blood off of me before taking a few steps back, wiping the blood off his face, staring at me with lifeless eyes. his eyes lifeless.

"You're pushing it." He mumbled. "Where is he?"

"You're just not getting it. I'm not telling. You're so good, why don't you just go find him yourself?"

"I tried. I can't find their scent."

"That's not something you hear everyday." I mumbled.

"You're full of wisecracks. Just like Dean..." Gordon chucked darkly. "Don't you realize the trouble you're in?"

"With you or my antichrist brother?" I asked sarcastically.

Gordon punched me hard across the face, taking my chin in his fingers. "That is not something to be joked about."

"No, you're right. The antichrist is a very serious matter." I nodded. "I just have one question. Do you think you're Jesus or something?"

In a flash, Gordon grabbed my throat again, slamming my head hard into the wall, knocking me out cold.


When I'd woken up sometime later, Gordon was no where to be found. Well, at least from what I could see from my spot on the floor. I glanced around the room, looking for anything I could use to cut my way out of this rope. I looked behind me, seeing a rusty nail sticking out from one of the panels in the wall. I propped myself up a little bit, trying to ignore the pain from the wound on my arm and chest and began running the rope over it, feeling it starting to give way after a few minutes.

Just then, I heard footsteps in the distance and quickly scrambled back to the spot I'd been in before as Gordon walked up, a phone in his hands.

"Nice to see you awake." He mumbled. "I found Dean."

"What did you do to him?" I asked.

"Relax. Nothing." Gordon said, waving a cell phone in front of my face. "I got his number."

"That's great, but honestly he gives that thing out so freely, it's no accomplishment."

"Listen." Gordon spat, grabbing the back of my hair tightly. "No more wisecracks. You cooperate or I kill you. And it won't be quick. Understand?"

I nodded, looking away from his terrifying eyes as he leaned back, dialing a number.


MOTEL – NIGHT
DPOV

I looked out the window for the millionth time before pushing a dresser in front of the door as Sam started lighting a bundle of sage, waving it around the room.

"Tori wouldn't be gone this long." I sighed, leaning against the dresser.

"No, she wouldn't. I texted her and she didn't answer." Sam said, looking up at me with worried eyes. "You don't think anything-"

"No." I said, shaking my head. "She's probably just getting back at me for before."

Though I knew deep down that was a lie and something was very, very wrong here. Just then my phone started ringing. I glanced over at it, seeing a number I didn't recognize.

"You've had that phone two hours, Dean. Who'd you give the number to?" Sam asked.

"No one." I said, answering it. "Hello?"

"Dean." Gordon muttered.

"How'd you get this number?"

"Your scent's all over the cellphone store. Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?"

"Well, I guess you'll just have to find us, won't you."

"I'd rather you come to me."

"What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on."

"I don't think so." Gordon said, moving the phone away to ragged breathing. "Talk."

"No." Tori mumbled. My heart dropped as I heard her voice, looking over to Sam as I practically stopped breathing.

"Talk!"

"Dean, just leave! Take Sam and go!" Tori cried as anger flared through me.

"Now, now. Don't give them any ideas." Gordon mumbled. "Factory on riverside off the turnpike. Be here in twenty minutes or the she dies."

"Gordon, let her go." I said through gritted teeth. "If you know what's good for you, you'll let her go. Now."

"If you know what's good for her, you'll come here." He said, hanging up.

"Shit." I hissed, throwing the phone across the room.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Sam asked.

"He's got Tori."


WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
TPOV

Gordon crouched next to me as I leaned against the wall. There was just a little bit of rope left around my wrists, and if I just had a little more time before, I would've been able to cut myself loose.

"So, what now? They get here and you still kill me?" I asked. "Kill us all?"

"I want Sam."

"You know that if you kill Sam you'll have Dean Winchester on your ass for the rest of forever."

"No, I won't."

"Oh, yeah? You don't know Dean then."

"Oh, I know Dean." He nodded. "And I know that he's going to die."

"How do you know that?" I asked, swallowing hard.

"Those demons I tortured? They know quite a lot of information." Gordon mumbled. "How are you going to deal with that? Both Sam and Dean gone from your life."

"That's not gonna happen."

"Is it? Once Dean's time is up, it's up. There's not saving him. Either of them." Gordon glared, leaning forward. "They'll be dead and you'll be alone."

"Fuck you!" I snapped, spitting in his face, feeling a flair of anger go off inside me. Gordon grabbed my throat, pushing me back against the wall again as he wiped my spit off. "If you let me out of this alive, I swear, it'll be the biggest mistake of your life. I will kill you."

"Well, I'm afraid you won't be able to get your revenge after all."

"Why not?" I asked, struggling to take a full breath with his hand around my throat.

"After I kill Sam, I'm going to kill myself. I'm a monster now-"

"Now? You try to make it sound like this is all brand new. But guess what, Gordon? You were one before, too." I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

Gordon glared at me, looking down to the time on his watch. "They'll be here soon. I think it's time."

"Time for what?" I asked, a nervous feeling falling into the pit of my stomach as he moved to his knees, staring over me.

"Time for many things. One of them being my revenge." Gordon said, taking a knife, slicing his wrist.

I watched with wide eyes as the blood started to drip. Gordon grabbed my cheeks with his free hand, shoving his wrist to my lips as I struggled against him, trying to keep my mouth shut. I kicked wildly, hoping I could hit him at least once, but I never connected with anything but air and the floor.

After a few more moments of struggling, Gordon leaned back, a furious look in his eyes.

"You're not going to make this easy are you."

"Go screw yourself." I spat through my still-closed, blood covered lips.

Gordon angrily cut his wrist again, creating a bigger wound and more blood. I tried to fight back as much as possible as he roughly grabbed my face, my adrenaline giving me enough strength to break the rest of the rope.

Once I was free, I pushed Gordon away with all the strength I could muster, scrambling to my feet as he fell back, caught off guard. I made sure to wipe the blood off on my sleeve as I went so none of it got into my mouth.

Suddenly, Gordon grabbed my ankle, scratching my skin and digging his nails in as he pulled me back down. I grimaced in pain as my wounded arm hit the ground hard and fresh blood poured out of it. As Gordon stared at the puddle of blood, I kicked him hard in the face a few times, digging my nails into the floorboards to try and stop myself from being dragged towards him anymore.

After kicking him quite a few times, it seemed as though he was unconscious. Whether he was pretending or not, I didn't know. But I didn't waste time, getting up and rushing over to the doorway just as Sam and Dean appeared there. Dean took in my bloody appearance his eyes going wide as he pulled me to him.

"We have to get out of here!" I exclaimed. Dean kept me close to him and as soon as we stepped outside, a mechanized door slammed down, cutting Sam off from us, leaving him trapped inside.

"Sam!" Dean called.

"Sam!" I screamed the both of us pounding on the door, trying to break it open. "Be careful!"


SPOV

Just as I turned from the door, the lights cut out. I pulled up my machete, holding my arm out in front of me to try and guide myself through the darkness.

"Gordon! You got me where you want me. You might as well come out and fight!" I called.

"I'm right here, Sam." Gordon's voice sounded behind me. I quickly turned, swiping the blade through the air, hitting nothing. "What's the matter, Sammy?"

"So, this is really the way you want to do it, huh?"

"Damn right I do." Gordon said. "You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam."

"Look who's talking." I scoffed.

"You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer."

"Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice."

"I don't."

"Yes you do, Gordon." I said, still trying to find my way though the dark. "You didn't kill Tori."

"You're right, I didn't. I did something much worse."

"What?" I asked, fearing the worst. "What did you do!?"

"I tortured her." Gordon muttered simply. "After I get rid of you, she'll want revenge. But she'll never get it. And that'll kill her."


TPOV

Every attempt Dean and I made to try and get inside didn't work at all. We'd barely even made a dent in the door.

"There's gotta be another way inside!" I said, looking around the building.

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

Suddenly Gordon and Sam came flying through the metal door, landing on the hard ground. Gordon grabbed Sam, throwing him across the room, where he landed hard, clearly dazed. Dean rushed up behind him, pointing the Colt to the back of his head.

Gordon moved fast, grabbing Dean's arm, flinging him across the room as well before pinning him against the wall, sinking his teeth into his neck.

"No!" I screamed, grabbing a large, iron bar, charging at him. I hit him over the back of the head with it, but it didn't seem to do much other than annoy him.

At the very least he turned away from Dean, pushing me back down to the ground as he turned. I hit the floor hard, nearly smacking my head as Sam ran up. Gordon took him and threw down onto a workbench, placing his hands around his throat.

Fighting through the pain, I stalked inside, scanning the room quickly, grabbing a few pieces of cloth and a barbed wire that were lying around.

Without giving it another thought, I went up behind Gordon, wrapping the cord around his throat. He struggled against me, letting go of Sam. I kicked the back of his knee with my foot, causing his leg to buckle, sending his knees crashing to the ground. With more leverage, I pulled the wire tighter, hearing it start ripping through his flesh as Gordon gurgled, trying to grab me.

He hurt my family. He tried to kill them. He tried to turn me into a fucking monster. All that, it ends now.

All my pent up anger accumulating over everything that had happened to us over the past...I don't even know how long, allowed me to pull harder on both sides of the wire until it broke through his neck, sending his head flying to the ground with a thud.

I stared down at it for a moment, swallowing hard, shaking when I realized what I'd just done. I dropped the wire from my blood covered hands, looking up to see Sam and Dean staring at me with wide eyes.

"Guys...I-" I stopped, not knowing what to say.

Sam glanced down to Gordon, looking up at me. "How- how did you do that?"

"I don't know." I murmured as Dean walked a little bit closer. I went over to him, burying my face in his chest.

"You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon." Dean said, looking down at me. "That's a little reckless, don't you think?"


ROAD – DAY

Once all our injuries had been patched up, we headed back out, only to be stuck on the side of the road after the Impala sputtered to a stop near a ditch. Sam went around to the backseat to grab a cooler, pulling out a few beers, bringing them back over as I stood next to Dean, watching as he leaned under the hoot, poking around at one of the belts.

"Did you figure out whats making that rattle" I asked.

"No." Dean sighed.

"Here you go." Sam said, handing us each a beer.

"Thanks." Dean nodded, taking a sip before handing me the bottle, nodding over to Sam. "Give me a box wrench, would you?"

"Yeah. There you go." Sam said, handing it to him.

"Thanks." Dean said, staring down at it for a moment. "Sam."

"Wrong one?"

"No, no, come here for a second."

"Yeah?" Sam asked, leaning over the car with Dean.

"This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out-of-tune carb."

"Okay."

"Alright, see this thing? It's a valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Alright, you with me so far?"

"Yeah, uh, valve cover covers the heads." Sam nodded, glancing up at me with a strange look. I smiled at him, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

I knew exactly what Dean was doing, and why he was doing it. And while it was sweet, it broke my heart.

"Very good. Now this is your intake manifold, okay, and on top of it?" Dean asked, quizzing him.

"It's, uh, a carburetor."

"Carburetor." Dean nodded, a proud smile on his face.

"Yeah."

"Very good."

"What's with the auto shop?" Sam asked, staring down at the wreck Dean held out to him in disbelief. "What, you don't mean you want-"

"Yeah, I do. You fix it."

"Dean, you barely let me drive this thing."

"Well, it's time. You should know how to fix it. I mean, Tori already knows how, but if she needs help she won't want to deal with your annoying ass not knowing anything." Dean said with a smile, a more sincere look crossing his face as he looked up to Sam. "And besides, that's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes?"

Sam nodded, taking the wrench as he swallowed back some emotion, leaning in towards the engine. Dean sat back, glancing over at me. I shot him a small smile, still trying to keep my tears at bay.

It was still so hard to believe everything that had happened to us. I almost felt as though I'd wake up and have it all be a dream. In my mind, there was no way Dean could ever leave us. Not willingly, at least.

As I thought back on it, in some strange way, I almost felt bad for what I'd done to Gordon. But at the same exact time, I couldn't. Because at the end of the day, I did exactly what needed to be done to protect the people I loved. I thought that Sam had changed, but maybe he wasn't the only one.

I'd do anything for them, no matter what it takes. And though things have always been that way, I realized now how deep that actually went. I'd literally do whatever, even if it meant doing the same thing I did back there. That's just the way things are now.

And that's the way they'll always be.


Changes are coming…

And I have a question! Which character(s) are you most excited to see Tori interact with in the future? I'm just curious to know :D

This is the last pre-written chapter that I did, so the updates may be back to only one chapter a day for a bit. But you never know!

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